Bersuit Vergarabat — Sin son song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sin son" by Bersuit Vergarabat.
Lyrics
Y tu vejez apareció mucho antes que tu sonrisa
Y tu esperma se descarriló conducido por un vos suicida
Fuiste paciente sólo una vez con quién quiso salvar tu vida
Y en otra cita todo cambio la cambiaste por cocaína
Nunca pensé que pudieras estar tan muerto
Aunque sigas y sigas insistiendo
Aunque creíste que no eras vos sos vos no hay nadie
Rescataron residuos de tu corazón ahogados en ginebra
De tu hígado afín al extraño sabor al veneno que consumías
Siempre creí que eras vos soy yo y no hay nadie
Nunca pensé que pudieras estar tan muerto
Aunque sigas y sigas insistiendo
Apóstol del fracaso jefe de la morbo revolución
No esperaré a que te mueras para echar tierra en tu cajón
Y no es por odio, no
Y no es por odio, no
Y no es por odio, no si yo en el fondo te quiero
Y no es por odio, no es solamente por…
Apóstol del fracaso jefe de la morbo revolución
No esperaré a que te mueras para echar tierra en tu cajón
Y no es por odio, no es solamente por ASCO
Lyrics translation
And your old age appeared long before your smile
And your sperm got derailed driven by a suicidal vos
You were patient only once who wanted to save your life with
And on another date, you changed everything to cocaine.
I never thought you could be so dead.
Even if you keep pushing and pushing
Although you thought it wasn't you you are you there is no one
They rescued waste from your heart drowned in Geneva
From your liver akin to the strange taste of the poison you consumed
I always thought it was you it's me and there's no one
I never thought you could be so dead.
Even if you keep pushing and pushing
Apostle of failure Chief of the morbid revolution
I won't wait till you die to dump dirt in your drawer.
And it's not out of hate, is it?
And it's not out of hate, is it?
And it's not out of hate, not if I Deep Down love you
And it's not for hate, it's not just for…
Apostle of failure Chief of the morbid revolution
I won't wait till you die to dump dirt in your drawer.
And it's not out of hate, it's not just out of disgust