Marea — Petenera (en carne viva) (Directo 2008) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Petenera (en carne viva) (Directo 2008)" by Marea.
Lyrics
Descose telarañas goteando cuando llega la alborada
Y las pone a secar en la maleza de sus ojos que al tronar
Le juran por los olivares que les dieron de amamantar
Que van a dejar sin cabeza cada madrugar
Le rondan las pirañas y se apaña azuzando la mirada
Para alejarlas con las garrapatas que la quieren devorar
Y ser la neblina del bosque que mira y no deja mirar
Penacho de invierno sediento de mi lagrimal
De leña seca su ropaje, petenera su lamento
En carne viva el carruaje que la lleva a sus adentros
La sonrisa despeinada de ir en contra de los vientos
Empalma hasta los juncos que eran firmes antes de ser destronados
Y nunca se ha corrido con el ruido del gentío y su existir
Comadre de las musarañas, como en la canción del Martín
Que encuentra sentido al seguido del punto del fin
De leña seca su ropaje, petenera su lamento
En carne viva el carruaje que la lleva a sus adentros
La sonrisa despeinada de ir en contra de los vientos
Lyrics translation
Drops cobwebs dripping when Dawn comes
And puts them to dry in the weeds of his eyes that when thundering
They swear by the olive trees they gave them to breastfeed
That they'll leave no head every morning
He is surrounded by piranhas and gets away by arousing the gaze
To drive them away with the ticks that want to devour her
And be the mist of the forest that looks and does not let look
Winter plume thirsting for my tear
Of dry wood his clothes, petenera his lament
In living flesh the carriage that carries her into her
The disheveled smile of going against the winds
Splices up to the reeds that were firm before they were dethroned
And it has never run away with the noise of the crowd and its existence
Weasel of the Shrews, as in the song of the Martin
That makes sense to the follower of the end point
Of dry wood his clothes, petenera his lament
In living flesh the carriage that carries her into her
The disheveled smile of going against the winds