Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Que se joda el viento, artist - Marea. Album song Coces al Aire 1997-2007, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 03.12.2007
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Que se joda el viento(original) |
Ponte el moo apretao, sirena, que se joda el viento, |
Rompe las horquillas de espuma |
Y djame que te remache sonrisas de hierro |
De esas que disipan las brumas, |
Que s que entre los males nos llovern cristales, |
Yo ir descalzo y t desnuda |
Al son del amor del ronco tambor que toque la luna, |
Vamos a trepar a la copa de ste sol de enero, |
Y a hacer un nido en su ramaje, |
Y all rernos viendo como a cada minutero |
Se lo devora el oleaje, |
Y cuando entre mis brazos resuenen caonazos |
Yo ir perdido entre tus dunas |
Dejndolo todo, quemando los tronos donde reinen dudas, |
Y bate en mis ojos, que se joda el mar |
Que quiera mecerte a su antojo, |
Si no somos nadie a nadie va a encontrar, |
Y si a las heridas quiere echarles sal |
Solo va a encontrarse cerrojos |
Y las cicatrices de la soledad, |
Coge resina para untarnos poco a poco el cuerpo, |
Por si vuelve la ventolera, |
Y mientras tanto, entre los huecos que nos deje el tiempo |
Deja volar tu cabellera, |
Que si a nuestra locura vuelven nubes oscuras |
Nos cogern frente con frente y codo con codo, |
Cada vez ms solos, rodeados de gente. |
Y bate en mis ojos, que se joda el mar |
Que quiera mecerte a su antojo, |
Si no somos nadie a nadie va a encontrar, |
Y si a las heridas quiere echarles sal |
Solo va a encontrarse cerrojos |
Y las cicatrices de la soledad. |
(translation) |
Put on your tight moo, siren, fuck the wind, |
Break the foam forks |
And let me rivet you iron smiles |
Of those that dissipate the mists, |
I know that among the evils it will rain crystals on us, |
I go barefoot and you are naked |
To the sound of love from the hoarse drum that plays the moon, |
Let's climb to the top of this January sun, |
And to make a nest in its branches, |
And we all laugh watching each minute hand |
The waves devour it, |
And when cannon shots resound in my arms |
I go lost among your dunes |
Leaving everything, burning the thrones where doubts reign, |
And bat in my eyes, fuck the sea |
That he wants to rock you at his whim, |
If we are no one, no one will find, |
And if you want to add salt to the wounds |
You will only find locks |
And the scars of loneliness, |
Take resin to spread our bodies little by little, |
In case the wind comes back, |
And meanwhile, between the gaps that time leaves us |
Let your hair fly |
What if dark clouds return to our madness |
They will catch us face to face and elbow to elbow, |
More and more alone, surrounded by people. |
And bat in my eyes, fuck the sea |
That he wants to rock you at his whim, |
If we are no one, no one will find, |
And if you want to add salt to the wounds |
You will only find locks |
And the scars of loneliness. |