Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Naúfragos, artist - La Habitacion Roja. Album song Nuevos Tiempos, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Mushroom Pillow
Song language: Spanish
Naúfragos(original) |
| Soñar esta fe |
| No me puedo levantar |
| Y aunque pudiera que motivos hay |
| Hoy con las voces nunca dejan de gritar |
| Es la resaca de haber vuelto a fracasar |
| Tú dices que aun se puede arreglar |
| Y yo no hago más que naufragar |
| Incendio a las tres |
| Suicidio a las diez |
| Y siempre es así el mundo al revés Para mi |
| Las doce y media sigo preso en esta prisión |
| Estoy condenado a quererme como soy |
| Aviones del sur silencio azul |
| Me siento en el bar. |
| Y tú ya no puedes ni hablar |
| Y suena la misma canción |
| La que me hizo entender que no |
| Daría mi brazo a torcer |
| Que era imposible ser tu piel |
| Limpiar los coches llorar las aceras |
| Las noches se inundan de tristeza |
| Relojes que ya no funcionan |
| Marcan las horas que no quieren pasar |
| Ya no importa decir la verdad |
| Mentiras rondando por la ciudad |
| No nos quedan silencios para hablar |
| Condenado a no saber donde estas |
| Y suena la misma canción |
| La que me hizo creer que no |
| Daría mi brazo a torcer |
| Era posible ser tu piel |
| Tu piel, tu piel, tu piel |
| (translation) |
| dream this faith |
| I can not get up |
| And even if it could, what reasons are there? |
| Today with the voices they never stop screaming |
| It is the hangover of having failed again |
| You say that it can still be fixed |
| And I do nothing but shipwreck |
| fire at three |
| suicide at ten |
| And it's always like this the world upside down for me |
| Half past twelve I'm still a prisoner in this prison |
| I am condemned to love myself as I am |
| south blue silence planes |
| I sit at the bar. |
| And you can't even speak anymore |
| And the same song plays |
| The one that made me understand that no |
| I would give my arm to twist |
| That it was impossible to be your skin |
| Clean the cars cry the sidewalks |
| The nights are flooded with sadness |
| Clocks that no longer work |
| They mark the hours they don't want to spend |
| It no longer matters to tell the truth |
| Lies hanging around town |
| We have no silence left to speak |
| Condemned to not know where you are |
| And the same song plays |
| The one that made me believe not |
| I would give my arm to twist |
| It was possible to be your skin |
| Your skin, your skin, your skin |