Love Of Lesbian — Evasive song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Evasive" by Love Of Lesbian.
Lyrics
Todos los raros fuimos al concierto del gran telépata de Dublín
Media hora antes invadimos el metro, yo iba obligado y tu en éxtasis
Y tanto os daba ocho como ochenta a los fanáticos de John Boy
Frente al estadio ya cantabais sus temas, primeras filas vuestra obsesión
Decíais que John Boy era boreal, algo ambiguo y de infancia gris
Sinceramente yo lo detestaba hasta morir
La luz se desmayó, «¿con cual van a empezar?»
A ti te daba igual, dijiste: «acertará»
Oh, oh, oh!
Como es posible que haya estado en tus infiernos
Es imposible, no, misterio, y quien tuviera su don
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro
No lo conseguiré, saber más de ti Yo no soy fan, otro fan de John Boy
Odio a John Boy, tu odiarás a John Boy
De aquellas masas era el gran insecto, «tiene poderes» llegaste a decir
Creo que lleva media vida huyendo, quizás le pasa lo mismo que a mi Había expandido su emisión global desde Lima hasta Reikiavik
Y sin embargo a quien tenía cerca no podía transmitir
Mirada universal de alcance personal
Me hipnotizó por fin con su verso letal
Oh, oh, oh!
Como es posible que haya estado en sus infiernos
Es imposible, no, misterio, y quien tuviera su don
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro
No lo conseguiré, nunca sabré
Si yo no tengo su don
Si yo no tengo su don
Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy
Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy
Lyrics translation
All the weirdos went to the concert of the Great telepath in Dublin
Half an hour before we invaded the subway, I was forced and you in ecstasy
And I gave you both eight and eighty to John Boy fans
In front of the stadium you already sang your songs, front rows your obsession
You said John Boy was boreal, somewhat ambiguous and gray childhood
Honestly, I hated him to death.
The light fainted, " which one are you going to start with?»
You didn't care, you said, " he'll get it right»
Oh, oh, oh!
How could I have been in your Hells
It is impossible, no, mystery, and who had his gift
It would be possible to get to know you more from the inside
I won't get it, know more about you I'm not a fan, another fan of John Boy
I hate John Boy, you'll hate John Boy
Of those masses was the big bug, "has powers" you came to say
I think he's been running for half his life, maybe the same thing happened to me he had expanded his global broadcast from Lima to Reykjavik
And yet to whom he had near he could not transmit
Universal look of personal reach
He hypnotized me at last with his lethal verse
Oh, oh, oh!
How could he have been in his Hells
It is impossible, no, mystery, and who had his gift
It would be possible to get to know you more from the inside
I won't make it, I'll never know
If I don't have your gift
If I don't have your gift
And now I am, and now I am, I am
And now I'm another John Boy fan.
And now I am, and now I am, I am
And now I'm another John Boy fan.