La Fuga — Malos pensamientos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Malos pensamientos" by La Fuga.
Lyrics
A destiempo van viniendo
tus fantasmas a escupirme
tus recuerdos
fuiste una comida sin vino
una piedra del destino
un domingo de resaca
fuiste una tarde en el infierno
una noche en el aeropuerto
una invierno sin mantas
fuiste y lo importante ha sido eso
que es pasado aunque me quejo
ni te extraño ni te siento
fuiste una mañana de lunes
un escenario sin luces
una vela que se apaga
fuiste una guerra inacabada
un puñal cuando se clava
un incendio en las montañas
fuiste y lo importante ha sido eso
que es pasado aunque me quejo
aunque me quejo a destiempo
a destiempo van viniendo
tus fantasmas a escupirme
tus recuerdos
en mi alma otro saco de cemento
en mi cabeza malos pensamientos
fuiste un cuba libre sin hielo
un demonio en el cielo
ni exagero ni te miento
fuimos dos perros callejeros
eternamente en cueros
jugando a hacernos daño
jugando a no entendernos
a destiempo van viniendo
tus fantasmas a escupirme
tus recuerdos
en mi alma otro saco de cemento
en mi cabeza malos pensamientos
Lyrics translation
They're coming too late.
your ghosts spit on me
your memories
you were a meal without wine
a stone of Destiny
a hangover Sunday
you went one afternoon in hell
one night at the airport
a winter without blankets
you went and the important thing was that
that's past though I complain
I don't miss you or feel you
you were a Monday morning
a stage without lights
a candle that goes out
you were an unfinished war
a dagger when nailed
a fire in the mountains
you went and the important thing was that
that's past though I complain
although I complain in a timely manner
they're coming too late.
your ghosts spit on me
your memories
in my soul another bag of cement
in my head bad thoughts
you were a free cuba without ice
a demon in heaven
neither exaggerate nor lie to you
we were two stray dogs
eternally in leathers
playing to hurt us
playing to not understand each other
they're coming too late.
your ghosts spit on me
your memories
in my soul another bag of cement
in my head bad thoughts