Ivan Noble — Bendito Infierno song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bendito Infierno" by Ivan Noble.
Lyrics
Si su mirada fueran dos pistolas yo no contaría el cuento
es que ella hace sangrar a los espejos
te estoy hablando de la más princesa de todas
si la cruzás… tu cuello vale una limosna
porque vas a quedarte sin hígado y sin dignidad
va a masticarse tus secretos,
vas a ser la viuda de tus sueños y ella va a decirte:
Puedo mostrarte mi vida, pero no la mires mucho
no es que no tenga corazón, es que hace rato no lo uso
Puedo subirte a mi viaje, pero no te quedes mucho
no es que no use el corazón, es que hace rato no lo escucho
Desde que cuelga en casa sus vestidos mis noches no tienen cura
me habla en otro idioma su hermosura
voy a ser claro: es el bendito infierno en persona
si la besás, prendéle velas a tu sombra
porque todos los trenes del mundo te van a llevar
hasta la puerta de sus labios,
como liebres pasarán los años y ella no va a abrirte
Puedo meterte en mi cama, pero no te abrigues mucho
no es que no tenga corazón, es que hace rato no lo uso
Puedo subirte a mi viaje, pero no te quedes mucho
no es que no use el corazón, es que hace rato no lo escucho
Puedo quererte el domingo, pero no me creas mucho
no es que no tenga corazón, es que hace rato no lo escucho
Puedo subirte a mi viaje, pero no te quedes mucho
no es que no use el corazón, es que hace siglos no lo lustro
Lyrics translation
If his eyes were two pistols I wouldn't tell the story
is that she makes the mirrors bleed
I'm talking to you about the most Princess of all
if you cross it ... your neck is worth alms
because you're going to have no liver and no dignity
he's gonna chew on your secrets.,
you're gonna be the widow of your dreams and she's gonna tell you:
I can show you my life, but don't look at it too much
it's not that I don't have a heart, it's that I haven't used it in a while.
I can take you on my trip, but don't stay long.
it's not that I don't use my heart, it's that I haven't heard it for a while
Since you hang at home your dresses my nights have no cure
he speaks to me in another language his beauty
let me be clear: it is the Blessed hell itself
if you kiss her, light candles in your shadow
because all the trains in the world are going to take you
to the door of his lips,
as hares will pass the years and she will not open you
I can put you in my bed, but don't take too much cover.
it's not that I don't have a heart, it's that I haven't used it in a while.
I can take you on my trip, but don't stay long.
it's not that I don't use my heart, it's that I haven't heard it for a while
I can love you on Sunday, but don't believe me too much.
it's not that I don't have a heart, it's that I haven't heard it for a while.
I can take you on my trip, but don't stay long.
it's not that I don't use my heart, it's that I haven't polished it for centuries.