Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Petenera (En carne viva) (Directo 2008), artist - Marea. Album song Las putas mas viejas del mundo en concierto (iTunes exclusive), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 11.11.2008
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Petenera (En carne viva) (Directo 2008)(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 |