Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Al culo de una lombriz, artist - Marea.
Date of issue: 22.11.2018
Song language: Spanish
Al culo de una lombriz(original) |
Las baldosas que hay en nuestro descansillo |
Saben lo que follamos, |
Empezamos enroscando algn tornillo |
Y se nos fue de las manos, |
Y a patadas con las piezas nadie pudo |
Deshacer este puzzle cabezn, |
Como un rabo de cereza |
Que las va aguantando de dos en dos, |
Al culo de una lombriz nos metimos a dormir |
Mientras afuera todo se derrumbaba y all |
Nos fuimos tachando un abril y otro abril, |
Al culo de una lombriz nos metimos a dormir, |
Cuando salimos ya no quedaba nada y aqu |
Seguimos tachando un abril y otro abril, |
El huequillo del rellano huele a nicho |
Y sabe decir te quiero, |
Y aunque solo quedan bichos |
An recuerda que se nos vio el plumero |
Asomar por encima de las antenas |
Y quemarse con las penas del sol, |
Y aguantar el duermevela |
Cuando hiela dentro del corazn, |
Al culo de una lombriz nos metimos a dormir |
Mientras afuera todo se derrumbaba y all |
Nos fuimos tachando un abril y otro abril, |
Al culo de una lombriz nos metimos a dormir, |
Cuando salimos ya no quedaba nada y aqu |
Seguimos tachando un abril y otro abril, |
Las paredes del portal, mudas y ciegas |
Donde ya nadie pinta, |
Ni nosotros, que ya no pintamos nada |
Ni corremos la tinta, |
No hay quien clave con la punta de una llave |
Recordando un nombre para olvidar, |
Ni se besan como saben |
Los que saben que no saben besar, |
Al culo de una lombriz nos metimos a dormir |
Mientras afuera todo se derrumbaba y all |
Nos fuimos tachando un abril y otro abril, |
Al culo de una lombriz nos metimos a dormir, |
Cuando salimos ya no quedaba nada y aqu |
Seguimos tachando un abril y otro abril. |
(translation) |
The tiles on our landing |
They know what we fuck |
We start by screwing in some screw |
And she got out of hand |
And to kick with the pieces nobody could |
Undo this puzzle bobblehead, |
Like a cherry stem |
That he is holding them two by two, |
To the ass of a worm we went to sleep |
While outside everything was collapsing and there |
We crossed out one April and another April, |
To the ass of a worm we went to sleep, |
When we left there was nothing left and here |
We continue to cross out an April and another April, |
The small landing smells like a niche |
And he knows how to say I love you |
And although only bugs remain |
An remembers that we saw the duster |
Hover above the antennae |
And burn with the sorrows of the sun, |
And endure the sleepiness |
When it freezes inside the heart, |
To the ass of a worm we went to sleep |
While outside everything was collapsing and there |
We crossed out one April and another April, |
To the ass of a worm we went to sleep, |
When we left there was nothing left and here |
We continue to cross out an April and another April, |
The portal walls, dumb and blind |
Where no one paints anymore, |
Neither do we, who no longer paint anything |
We don't even run the ink, |
There is no one to key with the tip of a key |
Remembering a name to forget, |
They don't even kiss as they know |
Those who know that they do not know how to kiss, |
To the ass of a worm we went to sleep |
While outside everything was collapsing and there |
We crossed out one April and another April, |
To the ass of a worm we went to sleep, |
When we left there was nothing left and here |
We continue to cross out one April and another April. |