Fernando Cabrera — El Posible López song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Posible López" by Fernando Cabrera.
Lyrics
Quizá tomara un aguardiente
Que le dejó un grito al revés
Quizá un oscuro Riachuelo
Quizá la Luna del Ciempiés
El cielo verde que desploma
Sus ramas sobre la mitad
De su carpeta franciscana
De su cuaderno clerical
El mundo sueña y un tal López
Saca sueños de un baúl
Se pone trajes y sombreros
Que hacen juego con la luz
Y entonces sube a un subterráneo
Se sube a un móvil ataúd
Y sintoniza el periscopio
Ya no era el cielo aquel azul
Lyrics translation
Maybe I'd have a brandy.
That left him screaming backwards
Maybe a dark Creek
Maybe the moon of the Centipede
The falling green sky
Its branches about half
From his Franciscan folder
From his clerical notebook
The world dreams and a Lopez
Take dreams out of a trunk
He wears suits and hats
That match the light
And then he goes up to an underground
You climb into a mobile coffin
And tune the periscope
It was no longer the sky that blue