Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song En tu agujero , by - Marea. Song from the album Besos de Perro, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 18.04.2002
Record label: Dro East West S. A
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song En tu agujero , by - Marea. Song from the album Besos de Perro, in the genre Иностранный рокEn tu agujero(original) |
| Me importa una mierda los labios que quieras bordar |
| Pero con la que cae… |
| ¿Dónde vas desde que te han cerrao' los tejados? |
| Me limo las uñas, no tengo ganas de trepar |
| La verdad es que ni ganas de ná |
| Tengo ya los nudillos cansados |
| De quitar cascotes cuando me empiezo a derrumbar |
| De apilarlos para sombrear |
| Y anudarme desnudo en tus brazos |
| Que teja en las tejas la lluvia, que a mí me da igual |
| Más difícil para resbalar, más sencillo quedarme enredado |
| Después de pasar la noche en tu agujero |
| Salgo del portal, y tó me importa un huevo |
| Empiezo a escuchar un avispero |
| Y me vuelvo contigo y lo veo a colores |
| Mi lápiz entiende de sucios amores |
| Y unas sábanas chorreando le da por pintar |
| Y de puertas pa’fuera se hará todo añicos |
| Pa' cuando te enteras yo soy tu abanico |
| Que me hice con varas del aire pa' no molestar |
| No busques razones de piedra, no vas a encontrar |
| Más que hiedra intentando abarcar |
| Campos yermos que tengo por dentro |
| Y barro y manchitas muy secas que dan que pensar |
| Adoquines que están por pisar |
| Pisotones haciendo senderos |
| Que ya tengo bastante con lo que poder fumigar |
| Calendarios que tiran patrás |
| Tengo los dedos amarillentos |
| De buscar candela en la estela que haces al pasar |
| De estañarme a tu enjambre y libar |
| Con el humo de mis pensamientos |
| Después de pasar la noche en tu agujero |
| Salgo del portal, y tó me importa un huevo |
| Empiezo a escuchar un avispero |
| Y me vuelvo contigo y lo veo a colores |
| Mi lápiz entiende de sucios amores |
| Y unas sábanas chorreando le da por pintar |
| Y de puertas pa’fuera se hará todo añicos |
| Pa' cuando te enteras ya soy tu abanico |
| Que me hice con varas del aire pa' no molestar |
| Corté la garganta del gallo que quiso cantar |
| Alboradas para celebrar que la noche se estaba muriendo |
| Que si no amanezco, me crezco, y me puedo tragar |
| Cucharadas de la oscuridad de tus ojos |
| Y así me alimento |
| (translation) |
| I don't give a shit what lips you want to embroider |
| But with the one that falls… |
| Where are you going since the roofs have been closed to you? |
| I file my nails, I don't feel like climbing |
| The truth is that I don't even want anything |
| I already have tired knuckles |
| To remove rubble when I start to collapse |
| From stacking them to shade |
| And knot myself naked in your arms |
| That weaves the rain on the tiles, it doesn't matter to me |
| Harder to slip, easier to get tangled up |
| After spending the night in your hole |
| I leave the portal, and I don't give a damn |
| I start to hear a hornet's nest |
| And I turn to you and I see it in colors |
| My pencil understands dirty love |
| And some dripping sheets make him want to paint |
| And from outside doors everything will be shattered |
| Pa' when you find out I'm your fan |
| What I did with sticks of the air so as not to bother |
| Do not look for reasons of stone, you will not find |
| More than ivy trying to encompass |
| Barren fields that I have inside |
| And mud and very dry stains that make you think |
| Cobblestones that are about to be stepped on |
| Stomps making trails |
| That I already have enough with which to fumigate |
| Calendars that throw back |
| I have yellow fingers |
| To look for a candle in the wake that you make when passing |
| To tin me to your swarm and libar |
| With the smoke of my thoughts |
| After spending the night in your hole |
| I leave the portal, and I don't give a damn |
| I start to hear a hornet's nest |
| And I turn to you and I see it in colors |
| My pencil understands dirty love |
| And some dripping sheets make him want to paint |
| And from outside doors everything will be shattered |
| Pa' when you find out I'm already your fan |
| What I did with sticks of the air so as not to bother |
| I cut the throat of the rooster that wanted to crow |
| Dawns to celebrate that the night was dying |
| That if I don't wake up, I grow up, and I can swallow |
| Spoonfuls of darkness from your eyes |
| And so I feed |
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