Love Of Lesbian — Radio Himalaya song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Radio Himalaya" by Love Of Lesbian.
Lyrics
Fue la música, que estaba alta, y media Europa no escuchó la alarma,
y estalló el mundo occidental.
El Imperio se cayó de espaldas, sucedió mientras tú bailabas.
Fue un sideral ultraliberal.
Raza blanca, os digo adiós, blanco ingenio, negro humor.
Tanto confort provocó narcolepsia.
A veces quieres gente alrededor, y no están, nunca están.
Y cuando sobra el mundo entre los dos, no se van, ¡no!
Radio Himalaya, cuando el resto calla.
Radio Himalaya, desde mi atalaya.
Se zamparon todo el Amazonas, les dejaron sólo una rotonda.
Te da igual, no es occidental.
El sistema te petó en la cara, justamente cuando tú ingresabas.
Ojalá no fuera la verdad.
Fin del mundo, a repoblar, tú haces de Eva, y yo, de Adán.
Lancé botellas al mar, ¿las encontrarás?
A veces quieres gente alrededor, y no están, nunca están.
Y cuando sobra el mundo entre los dos, no se van, ¡no!
Radio Himalaya, desde mi atalaya.
Ondas aladas, cuando el mundo calla.
Radio Himalaya, mientras otras gritan «gol, gol, gol».
Enviando sondas al mundo exterior.
¿Dónde irán? ¿Dónde irán?
Lyrics translation
It was the music, which was loud, and half of Europe did not hear the alarm,
and the Western world broke out.
The Empire fell on its back, it happened while you were dancing.
It was an ultraliberal sideral.
White race, I say goodbye, White wit, black humor.
So much comfort caused narcolepsy.
Sometimes you want people around, and they're not, they're never.
And when there's a world left between the two, they don't leave, no!
Radio Himalaya, when the rest is quiet.
Radio Himalaya, from my Watchtower.
They sailed all over the Amazon, left them only a roundabout.
You don't care, it's not Western.
The system punched you in the face, just as you walked in.
I wish it wasn't the truth.
End of the world, to repopulate, you play Eve, and I, Adam.
I threw bottles into the sea, will you find them?
Sometimes you want people around, and they're not, they're never.
And when there's a world left between the two, they don't leave, no!
Radio Himalaya, from my Watchtower.
Winged waves, when the world is silent.
Radio Himalaya, while others shout " Goal, Goal, Goal."
Sending probes to the outside world.
Where will they go? Where will they go?