Sorda Dj - Algora

Te vas y yo me quedo sin chico y sin oído

De tanta discoteca, mi tímpano ha ardido

Y, de momento, no he suspendido mis compromisos de DJ

Tampoco pararé hasta que te haga volver

La música la sigo por la vibración del suelo

Y a ti te seguiré notando según lata mi corazón

Terminas tu maleta, la música se apaga

Preguntan cómo podré vivir sin ti

Y yo respondo un tanto absurda e irracional

Que Londres está cerca y Beethoven era sorda

Y yo te entiendo, aunque sea mía la culpa

Y siga defendiéndome como una fila homofobia

Tienes la barba mojada de bucear en mi bañera

Y de intentar que no confunda las medusas con bolsas de Chanel

De tanto ir de sorda te has comido la lengua

Retumban tus palabras en The Cock, The Cock

Recoges la bufanda, la coca se termina

Preguntan cómo podré vivir sin ti

Y yo respondo un tanto absurda e inverosímil

Que Londres está cerca y Beethoven era sorda

Terminas tu maleta, la música se apaga

Preguntas cómo podré vivir sin ti

Y yo respondo un tanto absurda y sin respuesta

Que Londres no está cerca y menos tú de mí

You leave and I am left without a boy and without an ear

From so much disco, my eardrum has burned

And, for the moment, I have not suspended my DJ commitments

I won't stop until I make you come back either

I follow the music because of the vibration of the ground

And I will continue noticing you as my heart beats

You finish your suitcase, the music turns off

They ask how I can live without you

And I answer somewhat absurd and irrational

That London is near and Beethoven was deaf

And I understand you, even if it's my fault

And keep defending me like a homophobic row

You have a wet beard from diving in my bathtub

And trying not to confuse jellyfish with Chanel bags

From being so deaf you have eaten your tongue

Your words rumble in The Cock, The Cock

You pick up the scarf, the coke runs out

They ask how I can live without you

And I answer somewhat absurd and implausible

That London is near and Beethoven was deaf

You finish your suitcase, the music turns off

You ask how I can live without you

And I answer a bit absurd and without an answer

That London is not close and you are not close to me