Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Un hierro sin domar, artist - Marea. Album song El azogue, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 11.04.2019
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Un hierro sin domar(original) |
¡Ah del castillo! |
Vengo najando; |
De los ondunares me estoy escapando |
¿Quién me abre la cancela? |
Muy de vez en vez |
Y muy de cuando en cuando |
Saco los ladrillos que he estado randando: |
Son de la rancia escuela |
Poseo un mirlo blanco |
Que viene por detrás; |
Que cierra los estancos; |
Que quiere enseñarme a llorar |
Tengo un freno mulero |
Que lo quiero regalar: |
Conmigo no ha podido |
Y tampoco podrá |
Abre el pestillo y la gatera |
Y que le den por culo a tanta primavera; |
Que ya me esta cansando |
Se quedo varada con su cantinela |
Con el pelo negro de avivar la hoguera… |
Y se que no es para tanto |
Tenía un rayo verde |
Pero se me apagó |
Y no encontré el pesebre |
Que dio de comer al cantor |
Se me pasó la fiebre |
Y el otoño se pasó; |
Solo quedó diciembre… |
Su agonía y yo |
¡Qué más quisiera |
Que vinieras a mi funeral! |
Pero me emperro |
En ser un hierro sin domar |
Que me pusieras |
Un recuerdo en el ojal |
Y, luego, fuego |
Que recuerde lo que he sido |
Del baratillo estoy colgando: |
Todo lo que pillo lo voy amasando |
Y no me entra en la mollera |
Sigo con el alba de los albañiles; |
Con la barahúnda de ferrocarriles; |
Con la naranja entera |
Poseo un mirlo blanco |
Que viene por detrás; |
Que cierra los estancos; |
Que quiere enseñarme a llorar |
Tengo un freno mulero |
Que lo quiero regalar: |
Conmigo no ha podido |
Y tampoco podrá |
¡Qué más quisiera |
Que vinieras a mi funeral! |
Pero me emperro |
En ser un hierro sin domar |
Que me pusieras |
Un recuerdo en el ojal |
Y, luego, fuego |
Que recuerde lo que he sido |
(translation) |
Oh castle! |
I come najando; |
I am escaping from the undunares |
Who opens the gate for me? |
very from time to time |
And very occasionally |
I take out the bricks that I've been ransacking: |
They are from the rancid school |
I own a white blackbird |
That comes from behind; |
That closes the tobacconists; |
who wants to teach me to cry |
I have a mule brake |
What I want to give: |
With me he has not been able |
And you won't be able to |
Open the latch and the cat flap |
And fuck so much spring; |
that is already tiring me |
She was left stranded with her ditty |
With black hair from fueling the bonfire... |
And I know it's not that bad |
It had a green lightning |
But she turned me off |
And I didn't find the manger |
What fed the singer |
my fever is gone |
And the autumn passed; |
Only December left... |
Her agony of her and me |
What more would I want? |
That you come to my funeral! |
but i get stuck |
In being an untamed iron |
that you put me |
A memory in the buttonhole |
And then fire |
Remember what I have been |
I'm hanging from the bazaar: |
Everything I catch I knead |
And it doesn't fit me |
I continue with the dawn of the masons; |
With the hubbub of railways; |
With the whole orange |
I own a white blackbird |
That comes from behind; |
That closes the tobacconists; |
who wants to teach me to cry |
I have a mule brake |
What I want to give: |
With me he has not been able |
And you won't be able to |
What more would I want? |
That you come to my funeral! |
but i get stuck |
In being an untamed iron |
that you put me |
A memory in the buttonhole |
And then fire |
Remember what I have been |