Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Las últimas habitaciones, artist - Marea. Album song En mi hambre mando yo, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 22.09.2011
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Las últimas habitaciones(original) |
Se apoyaron en mi quicio y coroné |
Sus cabezas con tormentas |
Y para trapos quedaron las colchas |
Después de perder la cosecha |
Y me duelen, y les duelo |
Cuando afilo el vidrio que rasga su vientre |
Se avergüenza el deshollinador |
De dejar el camastro rusiente |
Tan rusiente |
Si me confieso inocente volverán |
A lacerarme el costado |
Germinarán azabaches ladrillos |
Edificarán el Calvario |
Se desvisten las rameras |
De mantillas rojas y cauces serenos |
Y barrunta el estómago que |
Volverán los erizos hambrientos |
Juntos hicimos con cuchillos ese hogar |
Que se otoñaba con hogazas cada vez |
Que la desdicha lo embestía para entrar |
A revolver |
Se desteñirán la rabia y el pelaje |
Se agrietarán en los estíos |
Y, harto de bregar soltando correajes |
Dormitaré entre el gentío |
Cociné mis migrañas |
Con los hornos a todo gas |
Y nos dimos un festín de intestinos |
Regamos la grama, quisimos vagar |
(translation) |
They leaned on my hinge and I crowned |
Their heads with storms |
And the quilts were left for rags |
After losing the crop |
And they hurt me, and I hurt them |
When I sharpen the glass that rips her belly |
The chimney sweep is ashamed |
To leave the burning bunk |
so hot |
If I confess I'm innocent, they'll come back |
lacerate my side |
They will germinate jet bricks |
They will build Calvary |
the harlots get undressed |
Of red mantillas and serene riverbeds |
And the stomach feels that |
Hungry hedgehogs will return |
Together we made that home with knives |
That it fell with loaves every time |
That misfortune attacked him to enter |
to stir |
Fur and rabies will fade |
They will crack in the summers |
And, tired of struggling releasing belts |
I'll doze in the crowd |
I cooked my migraines |
With full gas ovens |
And we had a feast of intestines |
We watered the grass, we wanted to wander |