Lyrics of Segundas Partes Entre Suicidas - Sofía Ellar

Segundas Partes Entre Suicidas (original)

Es una tarde de capricho en soledad
Que yo te llamo, tu decides contestar
Poco has tardado en olvidar
Lo que te han dicho tus amigos de verdad
Que aquella niña con la que salias
Anda perdiendo las tuercas al bailar
Ropiendo sus seis cuerdas al cantar
Atando su cordura al andar
Por el camino de la brisa entonar
Todas las notas que improvisas sin pensar
Que ni la radio sintoniza este canal de una cancion sin aliñar
Y que desastre son las despedidas que
Acaban en besos de amante a escondidas
Y es que se consume como una colilla
Cuando solo queda la humilde ceniza
Que las recaidas son de mentira
Segundas partes ante suicidas
Siempre hay un cobarde disfrazao' de arpia
Que al otro amará sin piedad ni medida
Que es una tarde de domingo y tempestad
Ya no te escribo porque se que otra lo hará
Son las siete y de camino al cine estas
Si no has enloquecido ya
Que aquella niña que a tus mil
Demonios hace un dia con su espada fue a matar
Rendida espera frente a tu portal
Atando su cordura al andar
Por el camino de la prisa entonar
Todas las notas que improvisa sin pensar
Que ni la radio sintoniza este canal de una canción sin aliñar
Y que desastre son las desastre son las despedidas
Que acaban en besos de amante a escondidas
Es que se consume como una colilla
Cuando solo queda la humilde ceniza
Que las recaidas son de mentira
Segundas partes entre suicidas
Siempre hay un cobarde disfrazao' de arpia
Que al otro amará sin piedad ni medida
Y que desastre son las despedidas
Que acaban en rejas de comisaria
Y es que se confunden dos almas perdidas
Cuando solo queda una noche furtiva
Que las recaidas son de mentira
Segundas partes entre suicidas
Quizás soy cobarde aunque no te lo diga
Y en forma de verso quizá te lo escriba

(translation)

It is an afternoon of caprice in solitude
That I call you, you decide to answer
It didn't take long for you to forget
What your real friends have told you
That that girl you were dating
She is losing her nuts when dancing
Breaking her six strings as she sings
Tying her sanity from her as she walks
Down the path of the breeze sing
All the notes you improvise without thinking
That not even the radio tunes to this channel of a song without seasoning
And what a disaster are the goodbyes that
They end up in secret lover's kisses
And it is consumed like a cigarette butt
When only the humble ash remains
That the relapses are a lie
Second parts before suicides
There is always a coward disguised as a harpy
That the other will love without mercy or measure
What is a Sunday afternoon and a storm
I no longer write to you because I know someone else will
It's seven o'clock and you're on the way to the cinema
If you haven't already gone crazy
That that girl who to your thousand
Demons a day ago with her sword she went to kill
Surrendered wait in front of your portal
Tying her sanity from her as she walks
By the way of haste to sing
All the notes that he improvises without thinking
That not even the radio tunes to this channel of a song without seasoning
And what a disaster are the disaster are the goodbyes
That end in secret lover's kisses
It is that it is consumed like a cigarette butt
When only the humble ash remains
That the relapses are a lie
Sequels between suicides
There is always a coward disguised as a harpy
That the other will love without mercy or measure
And what a disaster goodbyes are
That end up in police station bars
And it is that two lost souls are confused
When there's only one sneaky night left
That the relapses are a lie
Sequels between suicides
Maybe I'm a coward even if I don't tell you
And in the form of a verse maybe I'll write it to you