Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Miradas , by - Panteón Rococó. Song from the album Infiernos, in the genre СкаRelease date: 23.05.2019
Record label: Orchard
Song language: Spanish
Miradas(original) |
| Transmitiendo directamente |
| Desde la Ciudad de México |
| Este es el nuevo sonido |
| De Panteón Rococó |
| Con esto que suena |
| Directo desde esta ciudad |
| Alocada, la más contaminada, |
| Pero que vive, resiste y |
| Dice más o menos así |
| Me miras a través del espejo y miras |
| Los destellos de una vida |
| Que has forjado con enredos |
| Dislocando realidades |
| Y lavando los pecados |
| De quien compra con dinero |
| Tu conciencia retorcida |
| Tienes que parar de fingir (y dejar de reír) |
| Detrás de tu ficción (no pueden seguir) |
| Tienes que parar de fingir (y dejar de reír) |
| Tu verdadera cara en este juego es que |
| Predispones, condicionas, manipulas |
| Y generas actitudes y conductas |
| Que se volcán en tinieblas |
| Y me siguen y me siguen y me siguen |
| Tus miradas asesinas |
| Que me gritan todo el día |
| Y que me venden tus mentiras |
| Con destellos de ironía |
| Construyendo realidades |
| Inexactas y vacías |
| Y vomitando tus rencores |
| Tienes que dejar de mentir (y dejar de reír) |
| Detrás de tu ficción (no no puede seguir) |
| Tienes que dejar de mentir |
| Aléjanos de ti |
| No queremos seguir |
| En trance tras de ti |
| Haces conciencias mudas |
| Y lejanas que se olvidan del pasado |
| Distorsionan el presente y nublan el futuro |
| (translation) |
| transmitting directly |
| From Mexico City |
| This is the new sound |
| From Rococo Pantheon |
| With this that sounds |
| Straight from this town |
| Crazy, the most contaminated, |
| But who lives, resists and |
| It says more or less like this |
| You look at me through the mirror and see |
| flashes of a life |
| that you have wrought with entanglements |
| dislocating realities |
| And washing away the sins |
| Who buys with money |
| your twisted conscience |
| You have to stop pretending (and stop laughing) |
| Behind your fiction (they can't follow) |
| You have to stop pretending (and stop laughing) |
| Your true face in this game is that |
| You predispose, you condition, you manipulate |
| And you generate attitudes and behaviors |
| That volcano in darkness |
| And they follow me and they follow me and they follow me |
| your killer looks |
| They yell at me all day |
| And they sell me your lies |
| with flashes of irony |
| building realities |
| Inaccurate and empty |
| And throwing up your grudges |
| You have to stop lying (and stop laughing) |
| Behind your fiction (no can't follow) |
| you have to stop lying |
| take us away from you |
| we don't want to continue |
| In a trance after you |
| You make mute consciences |
| And distant that forget the past |
| They distort the present and cloud the future |