Los Bunkers — Santiago De Chile song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Santiago De Chile" by Los Bunkers.
Lyrics
Allí ame a una mujer terrible,
llorando por el humo siempre eterno
De aquella ciudad acorralada
Por símbolos de invierno.
Allí aprendí a quitar con piel el frío
Y a echar luego mi cuerpo a la llovizna,
En manos de la niebla dura y blanca,
En calles del enigma.
Eso no está muerto,
No me lo mataron,
Ni con la distancia,
Ni con el vil soldado.
Eso no está muerto,
No me lo mataron,
Ni con la distancia,
Ni con el vil soldado.
Hasta allí me siguió, como una sombra,
El rostro del que ya no se veía,
Y en el oído me susurró la muerte
Que ya aparecería.
Allí yo tuve un odio, una vergüenza,
Niños mendigos de la madrugada,
Y el deseo de cambiar cada cuerda
Por un saco de balas.
Eso no está muerto,
No me lo mataron,
Ni con la distancia,
Ni con el vil soldado
Eso no está muerto,
No me lo mataron,
Ni con la distancia,
Ni con el vil soldado
Eso no está muerto,
No me lo mataron,
Ni con la distancia,
Ni con el vil soldado
Eso no está muerto,
No me lo mataron,
Ni con la distancia,
Ni con el vil soldado
Eso no está muerto,
No me lo mataron,
Eso no está muerto,
Lyrics translation
There I love a terrible woman,
weeping for the ever-eternal smoke
From that cornered city
For winter symbols.
There I learned to skin the cold
And then throw my body into the rain,
In the hands of the hard white fog,
In Riddle streets.
That's not dead.,
They didn't kill me.,
Nor with the distance,
Not even with the vile soldier.
That's not dead.,
They didn't kill me.,
Nor with the distance,
Not even with the vile soldier.
There he followed me, like a shadow,
The face that was no longer visible,
And death whispered in my ear
He'd show up by now.
There I had a hatred, a shame,
Beggars early in the morning,
And the desire to change each string
For a bag of bullets.
That's not dead.,
They didn't kill me.,
Nor with the distance,
Nor with the vile soldier
That's not dead.,
They didn't kill me.,
Nor with the distance,
Nor with the vile soldier
That's not dead.,
They didn't kill me.,
Nor with the distance,
Nor with the vile soldier
That's not dead.,
They didn't kill me.,
Nor with the distance,
Nor with the vile soldier
That's not dead.,
They didn't kill me.,
That's not dead.,