Marea — La hora de las moscas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La hora de las moscas" by Marea.
Lyrics
Relincha el pellejo, preado de espuelas
Porque su montura es tan slos saliva que puebla mejillas
Fundiendo los plomos, matando polillas
Es el sollozo de un poco con sed
Gemido que atiza el rescoldo de la chimenea
Tinto de pelea, beso de morder
Es el alero que quiere llover
Es levante y tramontana y a la hora de las moscas…
Chicharrina,
Corona de espinas de la que comer
Es una blusa con nudo en el pecho,
Es un largo trecho y desaparecer,
Es un abrazo de navajas que sangra rosales
Un lecho de paja y cristales
Es una brisa de Octubre que tira paredes,
La ubre en que duermo y que quiere
El ptalo enfermo que canta al toser
Trataron de herrarle y cerr las tijeras
No fue a cal y canto, qudaba la punta de untar las
Heridas.
Sirvieron de lienzo las horas perdidas,
Es el antojo del ojo que ve Cmo muere solo a travs de la misma mirilla
De la misma puerta que quiere romper,
Es una mano intentando coger
Del amor algn pedazo y los tacones en la nuca de la Vida,
Manzana podrida, quijada de Abel,
Que se entretiene desabotonando las claras del da Para verte bien.
Lyrics translation
Shrivel the skin, priado of Spurs
Because his mount is so slos saliva that he populates cheeks
Melting lead, killing moths
It's the sobbing of a little thirsty
Groan that stirs the hearth of the fireplace
Red fight, kiss bite
It's the eave that wants to rain
It is levante and tramontana and at the time of flies…
Chicharrin,
Crown of thorns from which to eat
It's a blouse with a knot on the chest,
It's a long stretch and disappear,
It's a knife hug bleeding rosales
A bed of straw and crystals
It's an October breeze that pulls walls,
The udder in which I sleep and want
The sick ptal singing when coughing
They tried to iron it and close the scissors
He didn't go to cal and canto, he was burning the tip of spreading the
Wound.
They served as a canvas the lost hours,
It is the craving of the eye that sees how it dies alone through the same peephole
Of the same door he wants to break,
It's a hand trying to catch
Love piece and heels on the back of life,
Rotten apple, Abel's jaw,
Who is entertained by unbuttoning the DA's whites to look good.