Marea — Corazon de mimbre song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Corazon de mimbre" by Marea.
Lyrics
Quieto parao', no te arrimes, ya son demasiados abriles
Para tu amanecer desbocao', mejor que me olvides
Yo me quedo aquí a tender mi pena al sol
En la cuerda de tender desolación
Luego empezaré a coser «tequieros» en un papel
Y a barrer el querer con los pelos de un pincel.
Y en cuanto acabó de zurcir las heridas de
Las noches mal dormidas llegué yo
Y le llené de flores el jergón para los dos
Sin espinas, de colores, que se rieguen
Cuando llora y cuando no, las sulfatamos
Con nuestro sudor
Y me confesó, cuando quieras arrancamos que
En las líneas de la mano lo leyó
Que se acabó el que la quemara el sol
Pero se asustó, ¡como te retumba el pecho!
Tranquí, solo es mi maltrecho corazón
Que se encabrita cuando oye tu voz, el muy cabrón
¿Qué coño le pasará que ya no sale a volar?
¿Tal vez le mojó las plumas el relente de la luna?
Le volvió loca el sonío' de las gotas de rocío
Cuando empieza a clarear y aún no se ha dormío'
Y me enamoró, (ya vez) aunque era un hada alada y
Yo seguía siendo nada no importó
Eramos parte del mismo colchón
Hasta que juró: «nos querremos más que nadie
Pa' que no corra ni el aire entre tú y yo»
Sentí que me iba faltando el calor, y digo yo…
¿Qué coño le pasará que ya no sale a volar?
¿Tal vez le mojó las plumas el relente de la luna?
Le volvió loca el sonío' de las gotas de rocío
Cuando empieza a clarear y aún no se ha dormío'
Le hizo un trato al colchón, con su espuma se forró
El corazón, que anoche era de piedra y al alba era
De mimbre, que se dobla antes que partirse…
Amaneció, la vi irse sonriendo, con lo puesto
Por la puerta del balcón, el pelo al viento
Diciéndome adiós, porque decidió que ya
Estaba hasta las tetas de poetas de bragueta y revolcón
De trovadores de contenedor
Lyrics translation
Don't stop, there are too many people.
For your sunrise, you'd better forget me.
I'm staying here to lay my sorrow in the sun
On the rope to tend desolation
Then I'll start sewing "tequios" on a piece of paper
And to sweep away love with the hairs of a brush.
And as soon as he had just bruised the wounds of
The sleepless nights I arrived
And I filled her with flowers for the two of us.
No thorns, colorful, watering
When he cries and when he doesn't, we sulphate them
With our sweat
And he confessed to me, whenever you want we pluck that
On the lines of the hand read it
No more sunburn.
But he was scared, how your chest resounds!
It's okay, it's just my battered heart.
That gets angry when he hears your voice, the very bastard
What the fuck is going to happen to him that he doesn't fly anymore?
Maybe the moonlight wet his feathers?
The sound of dew drops drove him crazy
When it starts to lighten up and hasn't slept yet'
And I fell in love, (and time) though I was a winged fairy and
I was still nothing did not matter
We were part of the same mattress
Until he swore, " we will love each other more than anyone
Don't let the air run between you and me.»
I felt like I was running out of heat, and I said…
What the fuck is going to happen to him that he doesn't fly anymore?
Maybe the moonlight wet his feathers?
The sound of dew drops drove him crazy
When it starts to lighten up and hasn't slept yet'
He made a deal on the mattress, with his foam he lined up
The heart, which last night was of stone and at dawn was
Of Wicker, which bends before it breaks…
It dawned, I saw her leave smiling, with what she was wearing
Through the balcony door, hair to the wind
Saying goodbye, because he decided that already
I was up to the tits of poets in fly and roll
Of container Troubadours