Pastora — Fruta Madura song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fruta Madura" by Pastora.
Lyrics
Ya me ves, debajo de un árbol,
ya me ves, sin nada que hacer,
me miró la realidad con tanta fruta que morder.
Ya me ves, otra vez palpitando,
ya me ves, volviendo a vibrar,
no hay manera de adivinar si el puto Murphy va a joder.
Ya me ves, con las ganas otra vez de volver a sentir de más, notar que estás
aquí.
Ya me ves, otra vez degustando
ese plato adornando mi mesa; aprendí a cocinar diferente,
aprendí una nueva receta.
Ya me ves, otra vez deseando
que me sobren razones de más,
que no vuelva a sentir que despacio
es sinónimo de descuidar.
Ya me ves, a la sombra del árbol,
no sabiendo muy bien de qué voy,
si la fruta cuando madura es cuando tiene más sabor.
Ya me ves, esperando el milagro,
¿no lo ves? Que no pienso de más.
Si es de día, de noche, da igual,
qué gusto da desertar.
Ya me ves, con las ganas otra vez de volver a sentir de más, notar que estás
aquí.
Ya me ves, otra vez degustando
ese plato adornando mi mesa; aprendí a cocinar diferente,
aprendí una nueva receta.
Ya me ves, otra vez deseando
que me sobren razones de más,
que no vuelva a sentir que despacio
es sinónimo de desviar.
Y quisiera entender que no duele después si calculé fatal,
y es que puedo notar lo brutal de nuevo.
Y si puedo mirar, también quiero tocar,
me lo monté fatal,
se me hace raro esperar.
Ya me ves, otra vez degustando
ese plato adornando mi mesa; aprendí a cocinar diferente,
aprendí una nueva receta.
Ya me ves, otra vez deseando
que me sobren razones de más,
que no vuelva a sentir que despacio
es sinónimo de descuidar.
(Gracias a Ana por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
You see me, under a tree,
you see me, with nothing to do,
he looked at me with so much fruit to bite.
You see me, beating again,
you see me, vibrating again,
there's no way to guess if fucking Murphy's gonna fuck.
You see me, wanting again to feel too much, to notice that you're
out here.
You see me, tasting again
that dish adorning my table; I learned to cook differently,
I learned a new recipe.
You see me, again wishing
that I have too many reasons,
don't ever feel that slowly again
it's synonymous with neglect.
You see me, in the shade of the tree,
not knowing very well what I'm going,
if the fruit when ripe is when it tastes best.
You see me, waiting for the miracle,
can't you see? I don't think too much.
If it's day, night, it doesn't matter,
what a pleasure to desert.
You see me, wanting again to feel too much, to notice that you're
out here.
You see me, tasting again
that dish adorning my table; I learned to cook differently,
I learned a new recipe.
You see me, again wishing
that I have too many reasons,
don't ever feel that slowly again
it's synonymous with deviating.
And I would like to understand that it does not hurt afterwards if I calculated fatal,
and it's just that I can see the brutality again.
And if I can watch, I also want to play,
I got it so bad.,
it makes me weird to wait.
You see me, tasting again
that dish adorning my table; I learned to cook differently,
I learned a new recipe.
You see me, again wishing
that I have too many reasons,
don't ever feel that slowly again
it's synonymous with neglect.
(Thanks to Ana for this letter)