Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El rescate, artist - Miss Caffeina. Album song Detroit 2.0, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 04.05.2017
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
El rescate(original) |
Recuerdo el viento bailando con tu pelo |
y los dos mirándonos; |
buscándonos. |
Desenredando los vértices; |
cambiar la unidad |
de infinitos a centímetros. |
Woooooooooooooooh |
wooo oooo ooo ooooh |
Recuerdo el hielo fundiéndose; |
recuerdo la sed. |
Y de todos los colores me quedaré |
con el azul que roza tu piel |
de carne tarde; |
nos viene a susurrar |
que no somos inmortales |
y que huir es permanecer |
en la memoria del aire. |
Rescátame |
entre la corriente de gente |
y sálvame |
de una vida inofensiva; |
rodeados de almas vacías; |
de cuerpos llenos |
de almas vacías. |
Y con tu risa meciéndome, |
échame a dormir |
que soñando es más fácil verlas feliz. |
El tedio siempre acechándonos |
pintando de gris |
los colores. |
Pero te juro que salvaré |
el azul que roza tu piel |
de carne tarde; |
nos viene a susurrar |
que no somos inmortales |
y que huir es permanecer |
en la memoria del aire. |
Rescátame |
entre la corriente de gente |
y sálvame |
de una vida inofensiva; |
rodeados de almas vacías; |
de cuerpos llenos |
de almas vacías. |
Cuando crezca alrededor |
la flor de silencio, |
es la señal que nos guía. |
Parecer poesía con los días |
para hacer poesía con los días. |
Rescátame |
entre la corriente de gente |
y sálvame |
de una vida inofensiva; |
rodeados de almas vacías; |
de cuerpos llenos |
de almas vacías. |
Woooooooooooooooh |
(Sálvame) |
Woooooooooooooooh |
(Sálvame) |
Woooooooooooooooh |
(Rescátame) |
Woooooooooooooooh |
(De almas vacías) |
(translation) |
I remember the wind dancing with your hair |
and the two looking at us; |
looking for us |
Untangling the vertices; |
change unit |
from infinite to centimeters. |
wooooooooooooooh |
wooo oooo ooo ooooh |
I remember the ice melting; |
I remember thirst. |
And of all the colors I will stay |
with the blue that brushes your skin |
late meat; |
comes to whisper to us |
that we are not immortal |
and that fleeing is staying |
in the memory of the air. |
rescue me |
among the stream of people |
and save me |
of a harmless life; |
surrounded by empty souls; |
of full bodies |
of empty souls |
And with your laugh rocking me, |
put me to sleep |
that dreaming is easier to see them happy. |
Boredom always stalking us |
painting gray |
the colors. |
But I swear I'll save |
the blue that brushes your skin |
late meat; |
comes to whisper to us |
that we are not immortal |
and that fleeing is staying |
in the memory of the air. |
rescue me |
among the stream of people |
and save me |
of a harmless life; |
surrounded by empty souls; |
of full bodies |
of empty souls |
When I grow around |
the flower of silence, |
It is the sign that guides us. |
Look like poetry with the days |
to make poetry with the days. |
rescue me |
among the stream of people |
and save me |
of a harmless life; |
surrounded by empty souls; |
of full bodies |
of empty souls |
wooooooooooooooh |
(Save me) |
wooooooooooooooh |
(Save me) |
wooooooooooooooh |
(rescue me) |
wooooooooooooooh |
(Of empty souls) |