Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Atado A Tu Frontera, artist - Luis Alberto Spinetta. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: Spanish
Atado A Tu Frontera(original) |
| En la inconsolable noche tu voz |
| Aullando me guía |
| Yo solo estoy atado a tu frontera… |
| Algo se acumula en mí |
| Lo siento, ya no tengo remedio… |
| Yo solo estoy atado a tu frontera… |
| ¿Por qué tu corazón brilló sin parar |
| Y luego se detuvo allí? |
| ¿Por qué las estrellas giran |
| Brillan y luego explotan? |
| Tus ojos son lunas, dos lunas |
| Dos lunas que envuelven mi alma… |
| Yo solo estoy atado a tu frontera… |
| Amor, ya no temo morir |
| Solo espero que Dios tenga tu gracia |
| Yo siempre estoy atado a tu frontera… |
| ¿Y cómo derivó en hielo el amor? |
| ¿Y cómo ya no quieres volar? |
| ¿Cómo es qué prefieres quedarte dormida |
| En un mundo muerto? |
| Y es que vas a saber por fin… |
| Como evolucionó |
| Tu sociedad |
| Tu bien |
| Tu pompa… |
| Vas a mirar |
| Por fin |
| Como se capacitó |
| Tu corazón |
| Creador de páramos… |
| Mi luz no existe, no existe, no existe… |
| Porque estuvo corriendo |
| Siempre alrededor de tu frontera… |
| Si acaso las nubes violetas |
| Se escapan formando mis huesos … |
| Será que estoy atado a tu frontera… |
| ¿Por qué tu corazón brilló sin parar |
| Luego se detuvo al fin? |
| ¿Por qué las estrellas giran |
| Brillan y luego explotan? |
| Y es que vas a saber por fin |
| Como se desmoronó… |
| Tu condición |
| De ser |
| Impecable |
| Vas a saber por fin… |
| Como se constituyó |
| Tu corazón |
| Creador |
| De páramos… |
| ¿Y cómo es que no quieres ver |
| A los hombres en su lucha cruel |
| Y además contener la ira del mar? |
| ¿Cuando entenderás |
| Que así respira tu ambición tan loca? |
| Y es que vas a saber por fin |
| Como evolucionó |
| Tu sociedad |
| Tu bien, tu pompa… |
| Vas a mirar por fin |
| Como se capacitó |
| Tu corazón |
| Creador de páramos… |
| Y vas a saber por fin |
| Como evolucionó tu corazón… |
| Y es que vas saber por fin |
| Como se capacitó |
| Tu corazón creador de páramos… |
| Vas a salir a ver tu bolita de cristal |
| Y así pulir y redondear tu idea… |
| (translation) |
| In the inconsolable night your voice |
| howling guide me |
| I am only tied to your border… |
| Something builds up in me |
| I'm sorry, I have no choice... |
| I am only tied to your border… |
| Why did your heart shine endlessly |
| And then it stopped there? |
| why do the stars spin |
| They glow and then explode? |
| Your eyes are moons, two moons |
| Two moons that wrap my soul... |
| I am only tied to your border… |
| Love, I no longer fear dying |
| I just hope that God has your grace |
| I am always tied to your border… |
| And how did love turn into ice? |
| And how do you no longer want to fly? |
| how do you prefer to fall asleep |
| In a dead world? |
| And it is that you will finally know… |
| how it evolved |
| your society |
| You good |
| your pomp... |
| you are going to look |
| Finally |
| how did you get trained |
| Your heart |
| Wasteland Maker… |
| My light doesn't exist, doesn't exist, doesn't exist... |
| because he was running |
| Always around your border… |
| If the violet clouds |
| They escape forming my bones… |
| Could it be that I am tied to your border… |
| Why did your heart shine endlessly |
| Then it stopped at last? |
| why do the stars spin |
| They glow and then explode? |
| And it is that you will finally know |
| How it fell apart... |
| your condition |
| Of being |
| Impeccable |
| You will finally know... |
| How was it constituted? |
| Your heart |
| Creator |
| Of moors... |
| And how come you don't want to see |
| To the men in their cruel struggle |
| And also contain the wrath of the sea? |
| when will you understand |
| That's how your ambition breathes so crazy? |
| And it is that you will finally know |
| how it evolved |
| your society |
| Your good, your pomp... |
| you will finally look |
| how did you get trained |
| Your heart |
| Wasteland Maker… |
| And you'll finally know |
| How did your heart evolve? |
| And it is that you will finally know |
| how did you get trained |
| Your moor-creating heart… |
| You are going to go out to see your little crystal ball |
| And thus polish and round off your idea… |