Saludos amigos, mi participacion de esta semana hace tributo a la banda española Heroes del Silencio (1984-1996) con su cancion "La Chispa Adecuada". Esta es una de mis canciones favoritas y espero les guste tanto como a mi.
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Greetings friends, my participation this week makes tribute to the Spanish band Heroes del Silencio (1984-1996) with their song "La Chispa Adecuada". This is one of my favorite songs and I hope you like it as much as I do.
Las palabras fueron avispas
y las calles como dunas
Cuando aun te espero llegar...
En un ataud guardo tu tacto y
una corona
Con tu pelo enmaraÃado
queriendo encontrar un
arcoiris infinito
Mis manos que aun son de hueso
y tu vientre sabe a pan
La catedral es tu cuerpo...
Eras verano y mil tormentas, yo
el leon que sonrie a las paredes
que he vuelto a pintar del
mismo color
ESTRIBILLO
No se distinguir entre besos y
raices
No se distinguir lo complicado
de lo simple
Y ahora estas en mi lista de
promesas a olvidar
todo arde si le aplicas la chispa
adecuada
El fuego que era a veces propio
la ceniza siempre ajena,
blanca esperma resbalando
por la espina dorsal
Ya somos mas viejos y sinceros,
y que mas da
Si miramos la "laguna"
como llaman a la eternidad
en la ausencia
ESTRIBILLO
No se distinguir entre besos y
raices
No se distinguir lo complicado
de lo simple
y ahora estas en mi lista de
promesas a olvidar
todo arde si le aplicas la chispa
adecuada
English:
The words were wasps
and the streets like dunes
when I'm still waiting for you ...
In a coffin I keep your touch and
a crown
with your hair matted
Wanting to find a
infinite rainbow
My hands that are still bone
and your belly tastes like bread
The cathedral is your body ...
You were summer and a thousand storms,
I was the lion that smiles at the walls
that I have repainted
same color
CHORUS
I can not distinguish between kisses and
roots
I can not distinguish the complicated
of the simple
And now you are on my list of
promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the spark
adequate
The fire that was sometimes proper
the ash always foreign
White sperm sliding
down the spine
We are older and sincere,
And what else gives
If we look at the "lagoon"
as they call the eternity
of the absence.
CHORUS
I can not distinguish between kisses and
roots
I can not distinguish the complicated
of the simple
And now you are on my list of
promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the spark
adequate.
