Clara - Bersuit Vergarabat

Clara

No tuve otra satisfaccin

Me mire en el espejo y elegi entre los dos

Yo soy cobarde sino me hubiera

Resistido hace tiempo mi rebeldia

Era atacarte desde un prostibulo

Que fue creado para este insulso amor

Cuarenta aos fumigando

A mis ganas no s decir que no

En tantos aos ya murieron ocho perros

Que renovaron la conversacin

Un jilguero, un loro, una sirvienta y una bodega

Que era un viaje aunque este en mi silln

Clara

Ahora estas cerca del sol

Cinco botellas rotas y su cabeza estall

Queria el sol en los muebles

En los papeles, las vacaciones, el resplandor

En el respeto, los horarios, la economia

La avaricia;

la devocin a la miseria su estatuto en el amor

Cuarenta aos haciendo alarde de la repeticin

La inconsistencia desaparece con el habito

La locura de esto es la quietud

La paralizacin si yo nunca me enoj y con cinco botellas

Clara

No tuve otra satisfaccin

No tuve otra satisfaccin

Clara no tuve otra satisfaccin

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I had no other satisfaction

I looked in the mirror and chose between the two

I am a coward otherwise I would have

Long resisted my rebellion

It was attacking you from a brothel

That was created for this insipid love

Forty years fumigating

I don't know how to say no to my desire

In so many years eight dogs have already died

who renewed the conversation

A goldfinch, a parrot, a maid and a wine cellar

That it was a trip even though I'm in my armchair

clear

Now you're close to the sun

Five broken bottles and his head exploded

I wanted the sun on the furniture

In the papers, the holidays, the glow

In the respect, the schedules, the economy

Greed;

devotion to misery her status in love

Forty years flaunting repetition

Inconsistency disappears with habit

The madness of this is the stillness

The stoppage if I never got angry and with five bottles

clear

I had no other satisfaction

I had no other satisfaction

Clara I had no other satisfaction