Sinkope — Mil tallos (vuelvo a brotar) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mil tallos (vuelvo a brotar)" by Sinkope.
Lyrics
No quieras pá mi tus agrios diablos
Que yo tengo mi propio infierno
Del que suelo salir y entrar a diario
A veces, duro, a veces tierno
No huyo por patas si hay zaragata
Pero tampoco me meto en medio
Y busco remedio si el barullo me espanta
Y quedo, me pierdo
Y al mundo entero le enseño
El caminar de mis ojos
Que no han de verme de hinojos
Cortar, con la ira de suspiros fileños
Tiras de traje del frío invierno
Ni hacer que bajen las estrellas al suelo
Pá que las pisen y verlas llorar
No voy a dañar los pilares del cielo
Ni hacer rimeros de azúcar pál mar
No quiero cantar lo que no siento
Ni que me obliguen ni obligar
Y yo que intento saber
Lo que digo y lo que hago
Conmigo intento estar bien y con el de al lado
Pero no puede ser que todo sea de mi agrado;
Helados de mierda y miel no saborean mis labios
Y no quieras saber a que sabe mi sed ni a que huele mi voz cuando me explayo
Si me quieres contar, te vas a joder… Fíjate bien, tengo mil tallos;
Tengo mil tallos, tengo mil tallos, tengo mil tallos
Vuelvo a brotar! y tu?
Y, si largas de mi, no me llegas a herir;
Conozco el cuento y no entro al trapo
Ni me agazapo si te veo venir
Simplemente te ignoro
No soy de tu coro ni me haces reír
Y tus historias no van conmigo
Ni yo contigo ni a vivir ni a morir
Pues enferman mis oídos
Y yo que intento saber lo que digo y lo q hago
Conmigo intento estar bien y con el de al lado
Pero no puede ser que todo sea de mi agrado;
Helados e mierda y miel no saborean mis labios
Y no quieras tener mi dignidad a tus pies ni mis pensamientos en tus manos
En este mar no vas a pescar, echa la red en otro lado
Y no quieras saber a q sabe mi sed ni a que huele mi voz cuando me explayo
Y si me quieras cortar, te vuelves a joder;
No sabes mirar; tengo mil tallos
Tengo mil tallos, tengo mil tallos, tengo mil tallos
Vuelvo a brotar!
Lyrics translation
Don't you want to my your sweet Devils
That I have my own hell
Which I usually come in and out of every day
Sometimes, hard, sometimes tender
I don't run off on my feet if there's a rush.
But I don't get in the way either
And I seek remedy if the noise scares me
And I stay, I get lost
And I teach the whole world
The Walking of my eyes
That they should not see me of puffiness
Cut, with the wrath of filean sighs
Cold winter costume strips
Or bring the stars down to the ground
Let them step on their feet and watch them cry
I will not damage the pillars of heaven
Nor do sugar rhymes sea
I don't want to sing what I don't feel
Nor force me nor force
And I'm trying to know
What I say and what I do
I'm trying to be okay with me and the one next door.
But it can't be that everything is to my liking;
Shit ice cream and honey don't taste my lips
And you don't want to know what my thirst tastes like or what my voice smells like when I explode
If you want to tell me, you'll fuck yourself ... look at me, I have a thousand stems;
I got a thousand stems, I got a thousand stems, I got a thousand stems
I'm sprouting again! and you?
And if you get away from me, you don't get to hurt me.;
I know the story and I don't get in the rag
I don't even crouch if I see you coming.
I just ignore you.
I'm not your choir or you make me laugh.
And your stories don't go with me
Neither I with you nor to live nor to die
Well, my ears are sick.
And I try to know what I say and what I do
I'm trying to be okay with me and the one next door.
But it can't be that everything is to my liking;
Ice cream and shit and honey don't taste my lips
And you don't want to have my dignity at your feet or my thoughts in your hands
In this sea you will not fish, throw the net elsewhere
And you don't want to know what my thirst is like or what my voice smells like when I explode
And if you want to cut me, you'll fuck yourself again;
You can't look; I have a thousand stems
I got a thousand stems, I got a thousand stems, I got a thousand stems
I'm sprouting again!