Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Faena, artist - Mar de Copas. Date of issue: 14.08.2018
Song language: Spanish
Faena(original) |
| Broches de oro y luces de color |
| Al vestir él reza |
| A su templo marcha ya |
| De sangre y arena |
| Él de lidia brama al Dios |
| Del poder y de los pastos |
| Tras su furia, estampa va |
| Aguanta tortura |
| No te odio bestia fiel |
| Solo mira hacia mis pies |
| Vendrán aplausos |
| Bien acepto tu papel |
| Sin tener ya que perder |
| Tus armas |
| Frente a frente al comenzar |
| Puntas contra puntas por clavar |
| Entre la danza y la luz |
| De sangre se excitan |
| Polvo y tierra |
| Capote al vuelo |
| Confusión al ver |
| Que sangre de hombre es |
| Al caer perdí la suerte |
| Subalternos, vengan, a continuar… |
| ¿quién es más fuerte? |
| Esperaba verte otra vez, tal vez |
| Que volvieras a llevarme flores al anochecer |
| Y siempre despertar en besos |
| Frente a frente al continuar |
| Heridos iguales de armas |
| Entre el miedo y la pasión |
| El hombre vacila |
| No te odio bestia fiel |
| Solo mira hacia mis pies |
| Vendrán aplausos |
| Bien acepto tu papel |
| Sin tener ya que perder |
| Tus armas |
| Polvo y tierra |
| Capote al vuelo |
| Confusión al ver |
| Que sangre de hombre es |
| Un bramar del corral viene |
| Te ovaciona y dice que ésta vez |
| (translation) |
| Gold brooches and colored lights |
| When dressing he prays |
| To his temple of him he marches now |
| of blood and sand |
| He of Lydia bellows to the God |
| Of power and of pastures |
| After his fury from him, stamp goes |
| endure torture |
| I don't hate you faithful beast |
| just look down at my feet |
| applause will come |
| Well I accept your role |
| With no more to lose |
| your weapons |
| Head to head at the start |
| Points against points to be nailed |
| Between dance and light |
| of blood they excite |
| dust and dirt |
| cloak on the fly |
| confusion when seeing |
| What man's blood is |
| When I fell I lost my luck |
| Subalterns, come on, continue... |
| Who is stronger? |
| I was hoping to see you again, maybe |
| That you would bring me flowers at nightfall |
| And always wake up in kisses |
| Face to face when continuing |
| Equal wounded by weapons |
| Between fear and passion |
| The man hesitates |
| I don't hate you faithful beast |
| just look down at my feet |
| applause will come |
| Well I accept your role |
| With no more to lose |
| your weapons |
| dust and dirt |
| cloak on the fly |
| confusion when seeing |
| What man's blood is |
| A roar from the barnyard comes |
| He cheers you and says that this time |