Luis Eduardo Aute — Una Ladilla song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Una Ladilla" by Luis Eduardo Aute.
Lyrics
Una ladilla
tengo en el alma, dice,
y, salvaje, se rasca con palabras;
seleccionadas con minuciosidad,
deleite único,
paragenital.
Soy poeta, dice,
soy poeta, insiste,
mago, onírico, fantástico, frío,
creador,
hijo bastardo de Cathier y Marylin,
prosigue,
The Wild Bunch,
dubble-gum de cada verso mío,
je raisonnais en fonction d’attitudes
purement
cinématographiques, Jean-Luc
Godard, veinticuatro
imágenes por segundo,
aquellos días de lluvia
con Barbara Stelle en el Mac Mahon,
la espuma de la memoria
desciende íntima y descorazonadora,
telas incandescentes de araña
copulan estrelladas a años luz
de tinieblas, nieblas; soupe
à l’oignon, l’oignon y ahora
la segunda cadena destroza un Mann
Man Of The West, plano
americano de Gary Cooper, contraplano
Fundador es cosa de OVNIS.
Enciendo el último Rex que me queda
con un gusano de malestar
o ladilla
estúpida y masoquista
que me devuelve una Bárbara
enlatada
enlutada,
polvorienta. Por primera vez
en España un pubis
en pantalla grande, Helga,
soy poeta, dice,
soy poeta, insiste,
aunque ser poeta…
Lyrics translation
A bark
I have in the soul, says,
and, wild, he scratches with words;
carefully selected,
unique treat,
parapenital.
I'm a poet, he says,
I'm a poet, he insists,
magical, dreamlike, fantastic, cold,
creator,
bastard son of Cathier and Marylin,
continue,
The Wild Bunch,
dubble-gum from every verse of mine,
I reasoned according to attitudes
purely
cinématographiques, Jean-Luc
Godard, twenty-four
images per second,
those rainy days
with Barbara Stelle on the Mac Mahon,
memory foam
it descends intimately and disheartening,
glowing Spider fabrics
light-years starry copulate
from darkness, mists;
with onion, onion and now
the second chain destroys a Mann
Man of the West, plano
Gary Cooper's American, counterplane
Founder is a UFO thing.
I turn on the last Rex I have left
with a worm of discomfort
the ladilla
stupid and masochistic
that gives me back a Barbara
canned
mourned,
dusty. For the first time
in Spain a pubis
big screen, Helga,
I'm a poet, he says,
I'm a poet, he insists,
although being a poet…