Massacre — Seguro Es Por Mi Culpa song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Seguro Es Por Mi Culpa" by Massacre.
Lyrics
Tendra que esforzarme un poco y recordar
Que es lo que hacia frente a este gran micrfono
Y entre estas mil guitarras.
Tendra que esforzarme, dicen que acelerar
Estando en la mitad frenara, no alcanzo a ver los bordes.
Que seria de los Clash sin Buenos Aires donde nacas vos?
Que tal seria Pizarnik como madre de quien nacas vos?
De uniforme vienen por mi, y el mensaje queda escrito en el paredn
Va a ser la quinta, y hoy ser la ultima vez
A la tenue luz de un Cristo tambaleante descubro,
Un tnel, el tnel que transito,
Que no es otro que el escapismo aquel de jvenes rebeldes
Derrumbando para poder construirse un refugio
De cincuentones en nios que cuando no son de Detroit son de aqui
Pero mecnicos tambin y emanan la tenue luz de un Cristo tambaleante
Bajo la cual debo admitir que si no alcanzo a ver los bordes es porque
Estoy en el medio y que si el Cristo tambalea no es porque iglesias o fe estn
En crisis, sino porque el cable que debiendo salir por detrs, en realidad
Sale del costado, y eso, Seguro es por mi culpa, Seguro es por mi culpa
Que seria de los Clash sin Buenos Aires donde nacas vos?
Que tal seria Pizarnik como madre de quien nacas vos?
De Uniforme vienen por mi, y el Massacre queda escrito en el paredn
Va a ser la quinta, y hoy ser la ultima vez
Tendra que esforzarme un poco y recordar
Que es lo que hacia ac, y que es lo que har.
Aqu estar, seguro es por mi culpa
Aqu estar, seguro es por mi culpa
Lyrics translation
You'll have to try a little bit and remember
Which is what facing this great microphone
And between these thousand guitars.
I'll have to work hard, they say to accelerate
Being in the middle of the brake, I can't see the edges.
What would be the clash without Buenos Aires where you are born?
How would Pizarnik be like the mother of whom you were born?
In uniform they come for me, and the message is written on the wall
It will be the fifth, and today will be the last time
In the dim light of a wobbly Christ I discover,
A tnel, the tnel I Transit,
Which is none other than escapism that of young rebels
Collapsing to build a shelter
Fifty in kids who when they're not from Detroit are from here
But mechanics too and emanate the dim light of a staggering Christ
Under which I must admit that if I can't see the edges it's because
I am in the middle and that if the Christ wobbles it is not because churches or faith are
In crisis, but because the cable that should come out behind, actually
It comes off the side, and that, it's probably my fault, it's definitely my fault
What would be the clash without Buenos Aires where you are born?
How would Pizarnik be like the mother of whom you were born?
In uniform they come for me, and the Massacre is written on the wall
It will be the fifth, and today will be the last time
You'll have to try a little bit and remember
Which is what ac did, and which is what I do.
I'm sure it's my fault.
I'm sure it's my fault.