Lyrics of Petenera (En carne viva) - Marea

Petenera (En carne viva) (original)

Descose telarañas goteando cuando llega la alborada
Y las pone a secar en la maleza de sus ojos que al tronar
Le juran por los olivares que les dieron de amamantar
Que van a dejar sin cabeza cada madrugar
Le rondan las pirañas y se apaña azuzando la mirada
Para alejarlas con las garrapatas que la quieren devorar
Y ser la neblina del bosque que mira y no deja mirar
Penacho de invierno sediento de mi lagrimal
De leña seca su ropaje, petenera su lamento
En carne viva el carruaje que la lleva a sus adentros
La sonrisa despeinada de ir en contra de los vientos
Empalma hasta los juncos que eran firmes antes de ser destronados
Y nunca se ha corrido con el ruido del gentío y su existir
Comadre de las musarañas, como en la canción del Martín
Que encuentra sentido al seguido del punto del fin
De leña seca su ropaje, petenera su lamento
En carne viva el carruaje que la lleva a sus adentros
La sonrisa despeinada de ir en contra de los vientos

(translation)

Unpick cobwebs dripping when dawn comes
And he puts them to dry in the weeds of his eyes that when thundering
They swear by the olive groves that they nursed
That they are going to leave headless every morning
Piranhas haunt him and he manages to whip up his gaze
To keep them away with the ticks that want to devour them
And be the mist of the forest that looks and does not let look
Thirsty winter plume from my tear duct
Her clothing dries out of firewood, she will peten her lament
In living flesh the carriage that carries her inside
The disheveled smile of going against the winds
Butt up the reeds that were firm before they were dethroned
And he has never run with the noise of the crowd and his existence
Friend of the shrews, as in the song of the Martin
That finds meaning after the end point
His clothing dries out of firewood, he will peten his lament
In living flesh the carriage that carries her inside
The disheveled smile of going against the winds