Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock En Vivo, artist - Rodrigo Gonzalez. Date of issue: 15.02.1997
Song language: Spanish
Rock En Vivo(original) |
| No falta nada en la estructura del smog |
| Los zapatos viejos y las caras oxidadas |
| Las máquinas rugen feroces |
| Sobre Antonio Caso |
| Sombras que entran y salen oliendo a cerveza |
| Clavado en una idea volteo a ver si aterrizas |
| Me asomo al reloj y es más que un calendario |
| Sospecho que allá afuera |
| Sólo hay desconocidos |
| Figuras de cera que pasan sin decir tu nombre |
| No, no hay manera de regresar la cinta |
| Tu amor fue un rock en vivo |
| Dos, tres manchas de tinta |
| Un requinto de jazz, fugaz e improvisado |
| Una imagen en el aire de un pintor apresurado |
| Ya todo es esquema desde que partió tu barco |
| Máquinas, sistemas, estructuras; |
| sin embargo |
| Un acorde vuela |
| Me platica de una isla |
| Y un navegante herido para tras tus ojos |
| Traigo en mi entraña, un pedazo de aerolito |
| Me doy algo de maña, pero no me comunico |
| Un viajero me ha dicho |
| Que navegas lejos |
| En busca de tierras ajenas calor y azulejos |
| No, no hay manera, de regresar la cinta |
| Tu amor fue un rock en vivo |
| Dos, tres manchas de tinta |
| Un requinto de jazz, fugaz e improvisado |
| Una imagen en el aire de un pintor apresurado |
| (translation) |
| Nothing is missing in the structure of the smog |
| The old shoes and the rusty faces |
| The machines roar fierce |
| About Antonio Caso |
| Shadows that go in and out smelling of beer |
| Stuck in an idea I turn to see if you land |
| I look at the clock and it's more than a calendar |
| I suspect that out there |
| there are only strangers |
| Wax figures that pass without saying your name |
| No, there is no way to return the tape |
| Your love was a live rock |
| Two, three inkblots |
| A fleeting and improvised jazz request |
| An image in the air of a painter in a hurry |
| Everything is already a scheme since your ship departed |
| Machines, systems, structures; |
| nevertheless |
| a chord flies |
| He tells me about an island |
| And a wounded sailor behind your eyes |
| I bring in my entrails, a piece of aerolite |
| I give myself some morning, but I don't communicate |
| A traveler told me |
| that you sail away |
| In search of alien lands heat and tiles |
| No, there is no way, to return the tape |
| Your love was a live rock |
| Two, three inkblots |
| A fleeting and improvised jazz request |
| An image in the air of a painter in a hurry |