Forraje — Cero Grados song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cero Grados" by Forraje.
Lyrics
«Un globo
Dos sexos
Tres orgasmos;
Cuatro risas
Cinco besos
Seis gemidos;
Y ríe la luna por nada
Siete dudas
Ocho renuncias
Nueve fugas;
Diez silencios
Once rosas
Doce docenas de espinas afiladas
Oxidadas con desprecio
Trece broncas
Catorce puñaladas
Quince duchas de agua helada;
Dieciséis deudas
Diecisiete borracheras
Dieciocho razones bomba;
Y la luna llora descuartizada
Diecinueve abortos
Veinte colillas
Veintiun castillos de arena;
Veintidos historias
Veintitres puntos de sutura
Y veinticuatro horas extraordinarias;
Y ciento una heridas abiertas
Y trescientas sesenta resacas
Y mil y una noches sin ti.»
Parece que te veo
Reflejada en mi ventana;
Me levanto y es el sol
¡cómo pica esta mañana!
Oye sol, no seas cabrón;
No me vengas con putadas
Que creí que tus rayitos
Eran beos de mi amada
Y no lo son
Lyrics translation
«Balloon
Both sexes
Three orgasms;
Four laughs
Five kisses
Six moans;
And the moon laughs for nothing
Seven doubts
Eight resignations
Nine leaks;
Ten silences
Eleven roses
Twelve dozen sharp thorns
Rusted with contempt
Thirteen broncas
Fourteen stab wounds
Fifteen showers of ice water;
Sixteen debts
Seventeen drunkards
Eighteen reasons bomb;
And the moon weeps in pieces
Nineteen abortions
Twenty butts
Twenty-One sand castles;
Twenty stories
Twenty-three stitches
And twenty-four overtime;
And one hundred open wounds
And three hundred and sixty hangovers
And a thousand and one nights without you.»
Looks like I see you.
Reflected in my window;
I get up and it's the sun
it's so itchy this morning!
Hey sun, don't be a bastard;
Don't fuck with me.
That I thought your little rays
They were beos of my beloved
And they're not.