Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grito Otoñal, artist - Lucybell. Album song Peces, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: EMI Odeon Chilena
Song language: Spanish
Grito Otoñal(original) |
Todos me están gritando |
en mi tarde de primavera |
en sol corta alas de mariposas |
tus ojos cortan alas de ángeles, de ángeles |
y trataría de explicar |
Quisiera destrozar tus entrañas |
de la manera más ardiente |
cual liberen tanta maraña |
Sangre ángeles, miente |
ven siéntate a mi lado |
ven siéntate a mi lado |
y cerrare, y cerrare |
para siempre esos ojos nena |
todos me están gritando |
el sol me corta en pedazos |
adiós primavera me estas gritando |
quisiera explorar tus entrañas |
como secreto de virgen |
que hermosa es tu carne |
que falsa es tu carne |
ven siéntate a mi lado |
ven siéntate a mi lado |
y cerrare, y cerrare |
tus ojos |
ven siéntate a mi lado |
ven siéntate a mi lado |
y cerrare, y cerrare, |
y cerrare |
para siempre esos ojos nena |
todos me están gritando |
todos me están gritando |
todos me están gritando |
y trataría de explicar |
como esos viles mortales |
que confunden el otoño |
con tu ira con tu ira |
(translation) |
everyone is yelling at me |
on my spring afternoon |
in sun it cuts wings of butterflies |
your eyes cut wings of angels, of angels |
and I would try to explain |
I would like to destroy your insides |
in the hottest way |
which release so much tangle |
Blood angels, lie |
come sit next to me |
come sit next to me |
and I will close, and I will close |
forever those eyes baby |
everyone is yelling at me |
the sun cuts me to pieces |
bye bye spring you are yelling at me |
I would like to explore your entrails |
like a virgin's secret |
how beautiful is your meat |
how false is your meat |
come sit next to me |
come sit next to me |
and I will close, and I will close |
your eyes |
come sit next to me |
come sit next to me |
and I will close, and I will close, |
and I will close |
forever those eyes baby |
everyone is yelling at me |
everyone is yelling at me |
everyone is yelling at me |
and I would try to explain |
like those vile mortals |
that confuse the autumn |
with your anger with your anger |