Lyrics of Entre hormigones - Marea

Entre hormigones (original)

Sigue durmiendo, que no quiero que me veas
Escupiendo los flecos de tu falda otra vez,
Que encontr por los bares y me los met a pares
Entre el hueso y la piel,
Suea despacio con mi palacio,
Que es el paraso en que piso aunque sea un mojn
Con tu nombre escrito por los rinconcitos
De su corazn,
Cuando despiertes caers conmigo en el barrizal,
Y entre hormigones me vers, entre lunas de alquitrn,
Entre sus pezones tiesos,
Con las persianas levants, que a la puta oscuridad
Le sobran besos,
Si ests cansada yo te vigilo las hadas
Que se van en manada con un trote cabrn
A lo alto de un cerro
Para vez el entierro de la imaginacin,
Sigue roncando y, de vez en cuando, afloja correa
Que veas que yo sigo aqu,
De mala ralea, siempre de berrea, queriendo gemir,
Cuando despiertes estar con los charcos en los pies,
Y entre hormigones me vers, entre lunas de alquitrn,
Entre sus pezones tiesos,
Con las persianas levants, que a la puta oscuriad
Le sobran besos,
Aqu estar, esperando a que pises
Todas las maanas grises y las tardes tuertas,
Aqu, de pie, quejo de la acera,
El amrtillo para espejos de no ver,
Querrs saber de tantos manantiales
Que en mi boca desembocan como lava hambrienta,
Le contar que nunca fui un poeta,
Para las arrugas viejas soy Jos.

(translation)

Keep sleeping, I don't want you to see me
Spitting out the fringes of your skirt again,
That I found in the bars and I put them in pairs
Between the bone and the skin,
Dream slowly with my palace,
What is the paradise in which I floor even if it is a mojn
With your name written in the little corners
From his heart to him,
When you wake up you will fall with me in the mud,
And between concrete you will see me, between moons of tar,
Between her stiff nipples,
With the blinds you raise, that to the fucking darkness
You have plenty of kisses,
If you're tired I'll watch you the fairies
That they go in a herd with a bastard trot
At the top of a hill
For once the burial of the imagination,
She keeps snoring and from time to time she loosens her leash
That you see that I'm still here,
Bad breed, always bellowing, wanting to moan,
When you wake up with puddles on your feet,
And between concrete you will see me, between moons of tar,
Between her stiff nipples,
With the blinds you raise, that to the fucking darkness
You have plenty of kisses,
I'll be here, waiting for you to step on
All the gray mornings and the one-eyed afternoons,
Here, standing, complaining of the sidewalk,
The hammer for mirrors of not seeing,
You will want to know about so many springs
That flow into my mouth like hungry lava,
I will tell you that I was never a poet,
For old wrinkles I'm Jos.