J. Sabina — Aves De Paso song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Aves De Paso" by J. Sabina.
Lyrics
A las peligrosas rubias de bote
Que en el relicario de sus escotes
Perfumaron mi juventud
Al milagro de los besos robados
Que en el diccionario de mis pecados
Bordaron su pétalo azul
A la impúdica niñera madura
Que en el mapamundi de su cintura
Al nio que fui espabiló
A la flor de lis de las peluqueras
Que me trajo el tren de la primavera
Y el tren del invierno me arrebató
A las flores de un día
Que no duraban
Que no dolían
Que te besaban
Que se perdían
Damas de noche
Que en asiento de atrás de un coche
No preguntaban
Si las querías
Aves de paso
Como pañuelos cura-fracasos
A la misteriosa viuda de luto
Que sudó conmigo un minuto
Tres pisos en ascensor
A la intrépida cholula argentina
Que en el corazón con tinta china
Me tatuó un Peor para el sol
A Justine, a Marylin, a Jimena
A la Mata-Hari, a la Magdalena
A Fátima y a Salomé
A los ojos verdes como aceitunas
Que robaban la luz de la luna de miel
De un cuarto de hotel dulce hotel
A las flores de un día
Que no duraban
Que no dolían
Que te besaban
Que se perdían
Damas de noche
Que en asiento de atrás de un coche
No preguntaban
Si las querías
Aves de paso
Como pañuelos cura-fracasos
Lyrics translation
To the dangerous boat blondes
That in the locket of her cleavage
They perfumed my youth
To the miracle of stolen kisses
That in the dictionary of my sins
They embroidered their blue petal
To the impudent mature babysitter
That on the world map of his waist
The kid I was was smart.
To the fleur de lis of hairdressers
That brought me the spring train
And the winter train snatched me away
To the flowers of a day
That didn't last
That didn't hurt
Who kissed you
That were lost
Evening ladies
That in the back seat of a car
They didn't ask
If you wanted them
Poultry
As healing handkerchiefs-failures
To the mysterious grieving widow
You sweat with me for a minute
Three floors in elevator
To the fearless Argentine cholula
That in the heart with Chinese ink
I got a worse tattoo for the sun
Justine, Marylin, Jimena
To the Mata-Hari, to the Magdalena
To Fatima and Salome
To green eyes like olives
Who stole the light of the honeymoon
From a hotel room sweet hotel
To the flowers of a day
That didn't last
That didn't hurt
Who kissed you
That were lost
Evening ladies
That in the back seat of a car
They didn't ask
If you wanted them
Poultry
As healing handkerchiefs-failures