Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vértigo , by - Lágrimas De SangreRelease date: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vértigo , by - Lágrimas De SangreVértigo(original) |
| Vinimos del Maresme, sin saber nada de la vida |
| Mira, tres miradas cándidas con actividad onírica |
| Por nada cambiaría un solo instante: el piso en Escorial |
| El 15M, RME, y un curro estable |
| Aún no se conocen nuestras voces |
| Tener algo de alcance es un avance para deshacer los roces |
| Pero oyentes a montones no nos sacarán de pobres |
| Si total, vienen al bolo para ver solo dos canciones |
| Y ya ves, el suelo se ha mojado desde entonces: |
| Algo tan cercano es consumido en todas partes |
| Por fin hubo una meta, por fin hubo un trayecto |
| Pero ya no prevalece la amistad si no el proyecto |
| Esa sensación de estar contando algo |
| De estar colaborando con un bando, con un plan |
| No logro dar con el momento en qué escapó de nuestras manos |
| Pero hoy da de comer a mi psicóloga |
| A mi y a mis nueve hermanos |
| Mi débil opinión, un micro y yo, lidio con mil oídos en el folio |
| Lo que me dio sentido ya me hace sentir perdido |
| Y si sentirme querido era un motivo |
| A veces prefiero verme en el olvido |
| Todo es tan volátil como ilógico: |
| La torpeza de la escena es tal bochorno |
| Que esto es casi obligatorio, mis anhelos en litigio |
| Mantengo mi vestigio en equilibrio y sigo en pie en el ejercicio |
| Ritmo caribeño y flow soviético |
| Te invito a vivir mi vértigo |
| Deposito en ti este propósito |
| Otro paso contra nuestro opositor |
| Sed testigos de mi vértigo, triste medidor del éxito |
| ¿En qué nos hemos convertido? |
| ¿En un quinteto excéntrico? |
| Juego con el léxico, pero no soy fotogénico |
| Al final es un agobio, el Microbio se me ha comido |
| Y ya no siempre es divertido |
| Me siento comprometido a tantos niveles |
| Elévame como a un pelele, he salido ante miles |
| Y no sé tiene mérito pa tanto crédito |
| Pero se comen mis misiles igual |
| No es fe, yo voy a seguir en pie |
| Aunque a menudo este suelo ha parecido inestable |
| Inefable, calvario impensable |
| ¡Que el impulso de los míos me impele cuando pelee! |
| En la melé, beligerantes, fuimos representantes del under' ayer |
| Hoy nuestro nombre en el cartel va en grande |
| El pan de cada día es que mi clan se expande |
| Con la fama también llegan comentarios denigrantes |
| Hay muchos sombrereros a los que quizás les falta un té |
| Y yo aquí, pensando en qué contarte |
| Pensando en el afán del fan |
| En que nuestro disco no sea un fraude |
| Intento adivinar porque aplaude |
| Pero no quiero repetir la fórmula ni ser la próxima autoparodia |
| Ni hacer basura hipócrita |
| Quiero jugar a conjugar, y dejaros atónitos y atónitas |
| Con átonas y tónicas atómicas |
| ¿Cómo silenciar todo el estrépito? |
| Te invito a vivir mi vértigo |
| Vuelve el flow contra todo pronóstico |
| Otro paso contra él que nos hostigó |
| Suerte del vértigo, siempre sirvió para sortear el suicidio |
| Aquí no hay oxígeno, sólo el juicio del público |
| Delante del precipicio ¿Cómo ser yo? |
| En medio de este asedio y del delirio del bullicio |
| Consciente de qué nuestro oyente medio |
| No ha pisado oriente medio |
| Y nosotros somos hombres blancos |
| Que nunca han pasado hambre, en serio |
| Conlleva responsabilidad, convivir con privilegios |
| Éramos críos, escapamos del tedio, al fin cogimos un micro |
| Queríamos soltar lo que sentíamos, por eso abrimos hilo |
| Yo ya asimilo el peligro delante de miles milimetrando qué digo |
| Entonces me paró, me dijo que aguantáramos |
| Y eso me reconfortó |
| Pero a otros no les importan mis problemas (Bro) |
| Sólo hablan solos, loco, si la gente se enajena me da jerna |
| Cenamos con la iglesia, nos comimos incoherencias |
| Hemos visto el mal de cerca |
| En un camerino de Madrid un tipo con maletín se nos presenta |
| Pero hoy poder contártelo compensa |
| Piensa que ahí fuera la gente no descansa |
| Y la prensa tergiversa |
| Combinamos combos como bombas como forma de defensa |
| Porque sin estas rimas nuestras vidas estarían en la mierda |
| Ritmo caribeño y flow soviético |
| Te invito a vivir mi vértigo |
| Deposito en ti este propósito |
| Otro paso contra nuestro opositor |
| ¿Cómo silenciar todo el estrépito? |
| Bro, te invito a vivir mi vértigo |
| Vuelve el flow contra todo pronóstico |
| Otro paso contra él que nos hostigó |
| ¡Dilo, bro! |
| ¡Otro paso! |
| ¡Otro paso! |
| ¡Otro paso! |
| ¡Otro paso! |
| ¡Otro paso! |
| ¡Otro paso! |
| ¡Otro paso firme! |
| ¡Sigo sin rendirme! |
| -Con el vértigo que sufren los lunáticos |
| (translation) |
| We came from Maresme, without knowing anything about life |
| Look, three candid gazes with oneiric activity |
| I would change a single moment for nothing: the apartment in Escorial |
| The 15M, RME, and a stable job |
| Our voices are not yet known |
| Having some reach is an advance to undo friction |
| But listeners aplenty won't lift us out of poverty |
| Yes, they come to the gig to see only two songs |
| And you see, the ground has gotten wet ever since: |
| Something so close is consumed everywhere |
| At last there was a goal, at last there was a journey |
| But friendship no longer prevails, if not the project |
| That feeling of telling something |
| To be collaborating with one side, with a plan |
| I can't find the moment when it got out of our hands |
| But today he feeds my psychologist |
| Me and my nine siblings |
| My weak opinion, a microphone and I, I deal with a thousand ears in the folio |
| What gave me meaning already makes me feel lost |
| And if feeling loved was a reason |
| Sometimes I prefer to see myself in oblivion |
| Everything is as volatile as it is illogical: |
| The awkwardness of the scene is such an embarrassment |
| That this is almost mandatory, my desires in dispute |
| I keep my vestige in balance and I am still standing in the exercise |
| Caribbean rhythm and Soviet flow |
| I invite you to live my vertigo |
| I deposit in you this purpose |
| Another step against our opponent |
| Witness my vertigo, sad gauge of success |
| What have we become? |
| In an eccentric quintet? |
| I play with the lexicon, but I'm not photogenic |
| In the end it is a burden, the Microbe has eaten me |
| And it's not always fun anymore |
| I feel engaged on so many levels |
| Lift me up like a wimp, I've been out before thousands |
| And I don't know it has merit for so much credit |
| But they eat my missiles anyway |
| It is not faith, I am going to continue standing |
| Though often this ground has seemed shaky |
| Ineffable, unthinkable ordeal |
| May the impulse of mine impel me when I fight! |
| In the melee, belligerents, we were representatives of the under' yesterday |
| Today our name on the poster goes big |
| The daily bread is that my clan expands |
| With fame also comes denigrating comments |
| There are many hatters who perhaps lack a tea |
| And I here, thinking about what to tell you |
| Thinking about the eagerness of the fan |
| That our record is not a fraud |
| I try to guess why she claps |
| But I don't want to repeat the formula or be the next self-parody |
| Nor do hypocritical garbage |
| I want to play conjugate, and leave you stunned and stunned |
| With unstressed and atomic tonics |
| How to silence all the noise? |
| I invite you to live my vertigo |
| The flow returns against all odds |
| Another step against him who harassed us |
| Luck of vertigo, always served to avoid suicide |
| There is no oxygen here, only the judgment of the public |
| In front of the precipice, how to be me? |
| In the midst of this siege and the delirium of the bustle |
| Aware that our average listener |
| He has not set foot in the Middle East |
| And we are white men |
| Who have never been hungry, seriously |
| It entails responsibility, living with privileges |
| We were kids, we escaped boredom, we finally caught a bus |
| We wanted to release what we felt, that's why we opened a thread |
| I already assimilate the danger in front of thousands millimetering what I say |
| So he stopped me, he told me to hold on |
| And that comforted me |
| But others don't care about my problems (Bro) |
| They only talk to themselves, crazy, if people get alienated, they give me jerna |
| We dined with the church, we ate inconsistencies |
| We have seen evil up close |
| In a dressing room in Madrid, a guy with a briefcase introduces himself to us |
| But today being able to tell you is worth it |
| Think that out there people do not rest |
| And the press misrepresents |
| We combine combos such as bombs as a form of defense |
| Cause without these rhymes our lives would be in shit |
| Caribbean rhythm and Soviet flow |
| I invite you to live my vertigo |
| I deposit in you this purpose |
| Another step against our opponent |
| How to silence all the noise? |
| Bro, I invite you to live my vertigo |
| The flow returns against all odds |
| Another step against him who harassed us |
| Say it bro! |
| Another step! |
| Another step! |
| Another step! |
| Another step! |
| Another step! |
| Another step! |
| Another steady step! |
| I still don't give up! |
| -With the vertigo suffered by lunatics |
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