Bunbury — La Señorita Hermafrodita song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Señorita Hermafrodita" by Bunbury.
Lyrics
La seorita hermafrodita no se pinta lo suficiente.
No se quita lo suficiente. No me excita lo que debiera.
Un respeto, por favor, para la simetra, para la aritmtica y la geografa.
Los nmeros pares y los plurales, no son populares en tu topografa.
Esos tacones del desprecio, caminando como si detuvieran
el mundo sobre el trapecio: de un lado el infierno, del otro el cielo.
Por la serrana redonda de ronda, he visto tu sombra acercarse.
He pedido otra ronda de sake. Me has llamado cobarde
por no estamparte un beso en la boca.
Pensamiento pattico y potico, a estas alturas de noche es normal,
en un animal cuadrpedo y palmpedo, con instinto mamfero vocacional.
Esos tacones del desprecio, caminando como si detuvieran
el mundo sobre el trapecio: de un lado el infierno, del otro el cielo.
La seorita hermafrodita no se pinta lo suficiente.
No se quita lo suficiente. No me excita lo que debiera.
Esos tacones del desprecio, caminando como si detuvieran
el mundo sobre el trapecio: de un lado el infierno, del otro el cielo.
Ya s que piensas que no hay excusa que valga,
espera que se me ocurra algo. Ahora que salgo, dejar una puerta abierta.
Lyrics translation
The hermaphrodite seorita is not painted enough.
It doesn't take off enough. It doesn't turn me on what I should.
A respect, please, for symmetry, for arithmetic and geography.
Even numbers and plural numbers are not popular in your surveyor.
Those heels of contempt, walking as if they stopped
the world over the trapeze: hell on one side, heaven on the other.
Through the Round Mountain of round, I have seen your shadow draw near.
I ordered another round of sake. You called me a coward.
for not kissing your mouth.
Pattico and potico thought, at this point in the night is normal,
in an animal quadrpedo and palmpedo, with mammal instinct vocational.
Those heels of contempt, walking as if they stopped
the world over the trapeze: hell on one side, heaven on the other.
The hermaphrodite seorita is not painted enough.
It doesn't take off enough. It doesn't turn me on what I should.
Those heels of contempt, walking as if they stopped
the world over the trapeze: hell on one side, heaven on the other.
You think there's no excuse that's worth it,
wait till I come up with something. Now that I get out, leave a door open.