Attaque 77 — La Gente Que Habla Sola song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Gente Que Habla Sola" by Attaque 77.
Lyrics
El ansiolítico aplacó una de tus tantas crisis y el se marchó mirándote dormir
Y entre sueños como un flash viste pasar tu vida, pensando en no volver a
amanecer…
El se aseguraba no dejar nada a tu alcance, trató de no pensar en el balcón…
Y en la calle el viento le pegó y fue el pretexto ideal para disimular
Esa tempestad de sus ojos estallando en mar
Y en cada barrio, cada pueblo, cada esquina en la ciudad
Hay un corazón partido que no para de sangrar…
Laura se ve tan hermosa, tan sensual y tan segura
Y sola en su casa se auto induce a vomitar
Pablo extraña a sus hijitas que lo cuidan siempre desde el cielo
Dany esta en Madrid buscando su identidad
Sergio vive en Brasil en una playa tranquila, solitario y feliz
Si estuvieras ahí, solo para ver, para compartir su alegría inmensa de vivir
Y un ejército de gente balbuceando su verdad, de cosas estancadas que quedaron
por hablar
Historias de no correspondidos, y de amigos que no están
De gente que habla sola y sus palabras abortadas de no hablar
Historias de no correspondidos, y de amigos que no están
De al menos encontrar un mail que diga: hola, como estas?
Pienso en vos estés en donde estés…Yo pienso en vos estés en donde estés
All you need is love. Uh, girl, uh girl, i’m knocking on your door,
causa i’m waiting, i’m waiting for your love
Lyrics translation
The anxiolytic eased one of your many crises and he left watching you sleep
And between dreams like a flash you saw spend your life, thinking about not going back to
dawn…
He made sure not to leave anything at your fingertips, tried not to think about the balcony…
And in the street the wind hit him and it was the ideal pretext to disguise
That storm of his eyes bursting into the sea
And in every neighborhood, every town, every corner in the city
There's a broken heart that keeps bleeding…
Laura looks so beautiful, so sensual and so confident
And alone in her house she self-induces to vomit
Paul misses his little daughters who always look after him from heaven
Dany is in Madrid looking for her identity
Sergio lives in Brazil on a quiet, lonely and Happy Beach
If you were there, just to see, to share his immense joy of living
And an army of people babbling their truth, of stagnant things that remained
for talking
Stories of unrequited, and friends who are not
Of people who speak alone and their words aborted from not speaking
Stories of unrequited, and friends who are not
At least find an email that says: Hello, How Are you?
I think of you wherever you are ... I think of you wherever you are
All you need is love. Uh, girl, uh girl, I'm knocking on your door,
cause I'm waiting, I'm waiting for your love