Amaral — Tardes song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tardes" by Amaral.
Lyrics
Tardes, manoseando la palabra viernes,
Desenredando mi fin de semana,
Tantas tardes.
luego, pasa tan rЎpido y no puedes verlo,
Quieres tocarlo pero ya se ha ido,
No lo has visto.
Y otra vez, echo de menos mi raciіn de vicio,
Hago pelculas sin presupuesto y me duermo,
Y me cuelgo, en el trapecio de los cinco dias,
Como un murci (c)lago de sangre fra, y te llamo.
Mi caballito de mar, mi desequilibrado,
Me dejara matar por una galopada.
Mi caballito de mar, mi desequilibrado,
Me dejara matar por ver lo que tu ves.
Enero, la cuenta empieza en el minuto cero,
Miro el horoscopo de las revistas y me ro,
Y veo, como pasan los a±os noventa
Y como cambian de lugar las piezas, las fronteras.
Y otra vez, echo de menos mi raciіn de vicio.
Hago pelculas sin presupuesto y me duermo,
Y me cuelgo, en el trapecio de los cinco dias,
Como un murci (c)lago de sangre fra, y te llamo.
Mi caballito de mar, mi desequilibrado,
Me dejara matar por una galopada.
Mi caballito de mar, mi desequilibrado,
Me dejara matar por ver lo que tu ves.
Mi caballito…
Lyrics translation
Afternoons, groping the word Friday,
Untangling my weekend,
So many afternoons.
then it passes so rough and you can't see it,
You want to touch it, but it's gone.,
You haven't seen him.
And again, I miss my race of Vice,
I make movies without a budget and I fall asleep,
And I hang myself, in the trapeze of the five days,
Like a murci (C) fra blood Lake, and I call you.
My seahorse, my unbalanced,
He'll let me get killed by a gallop.
My seahorse, my unbalanced,
He'll let me kill for seeing what you see.
January, the account starts at zero minute,
I look at the horoscope from the magazines and read,
And I see, as the nineties pass
And as the pieces change places, the borders.
And again, I miss my race of Vice.
I make movies without a budget and I fall asleep,
And I hang myself, in the trapeze of the five days,
Like a murci (C) fra blood Lake, and I call you.
My seahorse, my unbalanced,
He'll let me get killed by a gallop.
My seahorse, my unbalanced,
He'll let me kill for seeing what you see.
My little horse…