Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miradas, artist - Panteón Rococó. Album song Infiernos, in the genre Ска
Date of issue: 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 |