Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ficcion, artist - Juanes. Album song Fijate Bien, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Surco Record Ventures, Universal Music
Song language: Spanish
Ficcion(original) |
Vuelven de nuevo a salir |
Con sus vestidos |
De yo nunca fuí, nunca engañé jamás |
Pero todos sabemos que si |
Que detråas de tu cara hay temor |
Y algún día la vas a pagar |
Y vuelves de nuevo a mentir |
Con tus palabras |
Parte de tu rutina de tu día normal |
Pero yo creo mas en el poder |
De mi raza y de mi religión |
De mi pueblo y de su convicción, oh si.. . |
Yo ya no se que es lo que pasa |
Que este mundo esta peor |
Se me resaca la conciencia |
Y no le encuentro solución |
Echan al hueco lo que sirve |
Y dejan siempre lo que no |
Se les olvida lo sublime |
Y alucinan con ser Dios.. . |
Matale, matale matador |
Según parece |
Eso te hace sentir mucho mas vencedor |
Pero todos sabemos que si |
Que detras de tu alma hay ficción |
Y algún día la vas a pagar, oh si.. . |
Yo ya no se que es lo que pasa |
Que este mundo esta peor |
Se me resaca la conciencia |
Y no le encuentro solución |
Echan al hueco lo que sirve |
Y dejan siempre lo que no |
Se les olvida lo sublime |
Y alucinan con ser Dios.. . |
(translation) |
They go out again |
with their dresses |
I never was, I never ever cheated |
But we all know that yes |
That behind your face there is fear |
And someday you're going to pay |
And you go back to lying |
With your words |
Part of your normal day routine |
But I believe more in power |
Of my race and my religion |
Of my people and their conviction, oh yes... |
I no longer know what is happening |
that this world is worse |
My conscience hangover |
And I can't find a solution |
They throw into the hole what works |
And they always leave what they don't |
They forget the sublime |
And they hallucinate with being God... |
kill him, kill him matador |
It looks like |
That makes you feel much more victorious |
But we all know that yes |
That behind your soul there is fiction |
And someday you're going to pay for it, oh yes... |
I no longer know what is happening |
that this world is worse |
My conscience hangover |
And I can't find a solution |
They throw into the hole what works |
And they always leave what they don't |
They forget the sublime |
And they hallucinate with being God... |