Real de Catorce — Lo peor de todo song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lo peor de todo" by Real de Catorce.

Lyrics

Lo peor de todo es que no hay huella de tus luces
Como he buscado en los andamios de la noche
Entre vampiros, entre vagos que en lo oscuro
Fincan puertos
Lo peor de todo es que la sabana mojada
Y tus jadeos maquillados de fantasmas
El mundo en tanto consumiéndose
En minutas de papel
Lo peor de todo es la ternura
Con que recoges a los hijos de la calle
Lo peor de todo estar desnuda
Para encarar la soledad de tus amantes
Que en tus pechos se vienen a morir
Lo peor de todo es que la calle llora mares
Que te persigan con sus redes peregrinas
Que de un café se puede ir al mismo fin del universo
Lo peor de todo es esta almohada calcinada
Y los silencios alquilándose en refugios
De cuántos pases, dime, puede embrujarte
Mi canción
Lo peor de todo es que la pinta me conoces
Que me hice un nido en tu axila estelada
Lo peor de todo es que los náufragos
Solemos desvariar
Lo peor de todo es la ternura
Con que recoges a los hijos de la calle
Lo peor de todo estar desnuda
Para encarar la soledad de tus amantes
Que en tus pechos se vienen a morir
Lo peor de todo es que no hay huella de tus luces
Como he buscado en los andamios de la noche
Entre vampiros, entre vagos que en lo oscuro
Fincan puertos

Lyrics translation

Worst of all, there's no trace of your lights.
As I searched the night scaffolding
Among vampires, among vagrants who in the dark
Fincan ports
The worst thing is that the wet Savannah
And your Ghost-make-up gasps
The world in both consuming
In paper minutes
The worst of all is tenderness
That you pick up the kids from the street
Worst of all being naked
To face the loneliness of your lovers
That in your breasts come to die
The worst of all is that the street cries seas
May they chase you with their pilgrim nets
That from a coffee you can go to the very end of the universe
Worst of all is this burnt pillow
And the silences renting in shelters
How many passes, tell me, can bewitch you
My song
Worst of all, you look like you know me.
That I made a nest in your starry armpit
The worst of all is that the castaways
We used to go wild.
The worst of all is tenderness
That you pick up the kids from the street
Worst of all being naked
To face the loneliness of your lovers
That in your breasts come to die
Worst of all, there's no trace of your lights.
As I searched the night scaffolding
Among vampires, among vagrants who in the dark
Fincan ports