Turf — El Espectador song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Espectador" by Turf.
Lyrics
Cuando rebota la carne con la cama.
A veces pienso que ella es paranormal.
Es una loca con aires de Madama.
Que cada tanto te vuele, a conquistar.
No quiero ser un espía,
No quiero ser sólo un puto espectador.
Cuando se pasa de noche a la mañana.
A veces pienso que no va a regresar.
Es el recuerdo de las cosas postergadas.
Que cada tanto te pasan a buscar.
Por una noche, no me hizo falta.
Porque el hechizo no se me va.
Voy caminando y suenan alarmas, pero el impulso me sigue… Me sigue.
Lyrics translation
When the meat bounces off the bed.
Sometimes I think she's paranormal.
She's a madwoman.
Let him fly you every once in a while, conquering you.
I don't want to be a spy,
I don't want to be just a fucking spectator.
When it passes overnight.
Sometimes I think he's not coming back.
It's the memory of things postponed.
They pick you up every once in a while.
For one night, I didn't need it.
Because the spell won't go away.
I walk and alarms sound, but the impulse follows me ... it follows me.