Blaumut — Les 7 i Quart song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Les 7 i Quart" by Blaumut.
Lyrics
Les set i quart i m’he adormit al plat
Volen cafeteres i trossets de pa
La teva estrella, el meu circuit urbà
Corre, corre, que no queda temps per mai…
Anticiclons en totes direccions
Sense canvis a la vista ni estacions
Sóc un calaix massa farcit de trons
Un telescopi busca l’horitzó…
I no hi és
Que no hi és…
Astres, pedres i coralls i un arbre passatger s’ho mira, com s’ho mira
Les antenes a les mans rastregen tot l’oxigen, no hi ha oxigen
Astres, pedres i coralls i un arbre passatger s’ho mira, com s’ho mira
Les antenes a les mans rastregen tot l’oxigen, no hi ha oxigen
La flor d’espines més bonica que he trobat
Té catorze pàgines i totes són en blanc
Sento forquilles que fan truites per sopar
Una cerveseta, vespres amb olor de mar… Fa olor de mar
Astres, pedres i coralls i un arbre passatger s’ho mira, com s’ho mira
Les antenes a les mans rastregen tot l’oxigen, no hi ha oxigen
Astres, pedres i coralls i un arbre passatger s’ho mira, com s’ho mira
Les antenes a les mans rastregen tot l’oxigen, no hi ha oxigen
La benzina, sobre l’astre blau
Cau del cel, cau del cel
Un radar camina sobre el mar
No hi ha vent, no hi ha vent
Tres mil punts i núvols de cartró
Sóc del temps, sóc del temps
Astres, pedres i coralls i un arbre passatger s’ho mira, com s’ho mira
Les antenes a les mans rastregen tot l’oxigen, no hi ha oxigen
Astres, pedres i coralls i un arbre passatger s’ho mira, com s’ho mira
Les antenes a les mans rastregen tot l’oxigen, no hi ha oxigen
Lyrics translation
The seven and a quarter and I fall asleep on the plate
Want to coffee makers and small pieces of bread
Your star, my circuit
Runs, runs, it is still not time for never…
Anticiclons in all directions
Without changes to the view or stations
I'm a drawer too full of thrones
A telescope looks for the horizon…
And there is
That there is…
Stars, stones and corals and a tree passenger sees it, how is it looking
The antennas in the hands crawl all the oxygen, no oxygen
Stars, stones and corals and a tree passenger sees it, how is it looking
The antennas in the hands crawl all the oxygen, no oxygen
The flower of thorns the most beautiful that I have found
It has fourteen pages and all are in white
Feel forks that make omelettes for dinner
A beer, evenings with the smell of the sea... Makes the smell of the sea
Stars, stones and corals and a tree passenger sees it, how is it looking
The antennas in the hands crawl all the oxygen, no oxygen
Stars, stones and corals and a tree passenger sees it, how is it looking
The antennas in the hands crawl all the oxygen, no oxygen
Gasoline, on the astro blue
Falls from the sky, falling from the sky
A radar walks on the sea
There is No wind, there is wind
Three thousand points and clouds of cardboard
I am time, I am of the time
Stars, stones and corals and a tree passenger sees it, how is it looking
The antennas in the hands crawl all the oxygen, no oxygen
Stars, stones and corals and a tree passenger sees it, how is it looking
The antennas in the hands crawl all the oxygen, no oxygen