EL PENSADOR

 

Pienso, luego sufro

 

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EL EDIFICIO DE LOS SUEÑOS

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself,

’this could be heaven or this could be hell’

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the hotel california

Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,

’please bring me my wine’

He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They livin’ it up at the hotel california

What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,

The pink champagne on ice

And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’

And in the master’s chambers,

They gathered for the feast

The stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

’relax,’ said the night man,

We are programmed to receive.

You can checkout any time you like,

But you can never leave!

BLUE TEARS

Tus lágrimas

Se estrellaban contra mi alma
Como semillas de hielo

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Quando olhastes bem nos olhos meus

E teu olhar era de adeus, juro que não acreditei

Eu te estranhei, me debrucei 

Sobre o teu corpo e duvidei

E me arrastei, e te arranhei

E me agarrei nos teus cabelos

No teus pelos, teu pijama

Nos teus pés, ao pé da cama 

Sem carinho, sem coberta

No tapete atrás da porta 

Reclamei baixinho

Dei prá maldizer o nosso lar

Pra sujar teu nome, te humilhar

E me vingar a qualquer preço 

Te adorando pelo avesso

Prá mostrar que ainda sou tua

Até provar que ainda sou tua...

Até provar que não sou tua

Cuando me miraste fijamente a los ojos

Y tu mirada era de adiós, juró que no me lo creía

Te añoré, me desplomé sobre tu cuerpo y dudé

Y me arrastré, y te arañé

Y me agarré a tus cabellos

A tu vello, a tu pijama

A tus pies, al pie de la cama, sin cariño, sin manta

En la alfombra tras la puerta, me lamenté en voz baja

Maldiciendo nuestro hogar

Ensuciando tu nombre, para humillarte

Y vengarme a cualquier precio, adorándote pero al revés

Para demostrarte que todavía soy tuya

Hasta probar que todavía soy tuya...

Hasta probar que no soy tuya.

UNA TUMBA CUALQUIERA (III)

Sin una lágrima
Sin un lamento
El viento
Sigue soplando

PORTADA DE SANTA ENGRACIA (I)