Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La infidelidad de la era informática, artist - Jorge Drexler. Album song 12 segundos de oscuridad, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 17.09.2006
Record label: Dro Atlantic
Song language: Spanish
La infidelidad de la era informática(original) |
Aquel mensaje que no debió haber leído |
Aquel botón que no debió haber pulsado |
Aquel consejo torpemente desoído |
Aquel espacio, era un espacio privado |
Pero no tuvo ni tendrá la sangre fría |
Ni la mente clara y calculadora |
Y aún creyendo saber en lo que se metía |
Abrió una tarde aquella caja de pandora |
Y la obsesión |
Desencripta lo críptico |
Viola lo mágico |
Vence a la máquina; |
Y tarde o temprano |
Nada es secreto |
En los vericuetos |
De la informática |
Leyó a mordiscos en un lapso clandestino |
Tragando aquel dolor que se le atragantaba |
Sintiendo claramente el riesgo, el desatino |
De la pendiente aquella en la que se deslizaba |
Y en tres semanas que parecieron años |
Perdió las ganas de dormir y cinco kilos |
Y en flashbacks de celos aún siguen llegando |
Las frases que nunca debió haber leído |
Y en esa espiral |
La lógica duerme |
Lo atávico al fin |
Sale del reposo; |
Y no hay contraseña |
Prudencia, ni pin |
Que aguante el embate |
De un cracker celoso |
(translation) |
That message you shouldn't have read |
That button you shouldn't have pressed |
That clumsily ignored advice |
That space was a private space |
But she did not have and will not have cold blood |
Nor the clear and calculating mind |
And still thinking he knew what she was getting into |
She opened that pandora's box one afternoon |
and the obsession |
Decrypt the cryptic |
rape the magical |
Beat the machine; |
And sooner or later |
nothing is secret |
in the byways |
of computing |
She read by bites in a clandestine period |
Swallowing that pain that choked him |
Clearly sensing the risk, the folly |
Of the slope that on which she slipped |
And in three weeks that seemed like years |
She lost the desire to sleep and five kilos |
And in flashbacks of jealousy they still keep coming |
The phrases that she should never have read |
And in that spiral |
logic sleeps |
The atavistic at last |
It comes out of rest; |
And there is no password |
Prudence, or pin |
that withstand the onslaught |
From a jealous cracker |