La Renga — Lo Frágil De La Locura song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lo Frágil De La Locura" by La Renga.
Lyrics
La sangre se inquietaba en mis venas
Y aquel verano al norte part
Para olvidarme de mi rutina
Y sentirme liberado al fin
Ver la tierra ba±ada de sol
Respirar aire de las alturas
Llenar el cuenco de mis ojos
Con lo mЎs frЎgil de la locura
Pero tambi (c)n la realidad mostrі
Otro reflejo en ella
Cuando me hablі de un hermano al que tambi (c)n
Le llevі la huella
Ya que vas a escribir
Dijo cuenta de mi pueblo
Pobreza y dolor sіlo trajo el progreso
La cultura de la traiciіn y los indios
En los museos
Me invitі a mascar de su hierba
Y a morder de la pura verdad
Me preguntі de qu© se ocupaban allЎ,
En la Capital
Y yo sіlo tuve palabras para definir la injusticia
Y qu© sіlo aspiraban al fruto de la propia codicia
(solo de guitarra)
Al fin vi la tierra ba±ada de sol
Respir© aire de las alturas
Y llen© el cuenco de mis ojos
Con lo mЎs frЎgil de la locura
Ya que vas a escribir
Dijo cuenta de mi pueblo
Pobreza y dolor sіlo trajo el progreso
La cultura de la traiciіn y los indios
En los museos
Lyrics translation
The blood was quivering in my veins
And that summer to the north I leave
To forget my routine
And feel free at last
See the sun bathed Earth
Breathe air from the heights
Fill the bowl of my eyes
With the MYS frYgil of madness
But also (c)N reality shows
Another reflection in it
When I spoke of a brother who also (c) n
I took his print.
Since you're going to write
He said account of my people
Poverty and pain silo brought progress
The culture of betrayal and Indians
In museums
He invited me to chew on his grass
And to bite the pure truth
I wondered what allY was doing.,
In the Capital
And I had words to define injustice
And that they aspired to the fruit of their own greed
(guitar solo)
At last I saw the land bathed in the sun
Breathe air from the heights
And fill the bowl of my eyes
With the MYS frYgil of madness
Since you're going to write
He said account of my people
Poverty and pain silo brought progress
The culture of betrayal and Indians
In museums