Stena Drillmax - El Guincho

Marines con blings

Rodean un ring

Descansan un tiempo de boxeo

Cuentan billetes

Los que pueden

Creo que otros escuchan techno

Un grupo de hélices

En movimiento

Rota en bucle

Sin aliento

(sin aliento)

Pero en Stena Drillmax brota

Un ritmo que no es máquina solo

Son sus labios

Y su voz

Fuera de sincro

Sus labios y su voz

Sin sincro

Adorno el fondo de Windows

Con patrones

Supuestos chemtrails de drones

Que irán

Enfilando lo alto

Desde portaaviones

Pasarán de largo

Y nunca nos darán

En Stena Drillmax brota

Un ritmo que no es máquina solo

Son sus labios

Y su voz

Sus labios y su voz

Labios y su voz

Labios y su voz

Labios y su voz

Sus labios y su voz

Sin sincro

En Stena Drillmax brota

Un ritmo que no es máquina solo

Son sus labios

Sus labios y su voz

Labios y su voz

Labios y su voz

Labios y su voz

Sus labios y su voz

Sin sincro

marines with blings

surround a ring

They take a break from boxing

count banknotes

those who can

I think others listen to techno

a group of propellers

Moving

rotate in loop

Breathless

(breathless)

But in Stena Drillmax it springs

A rhythm that is not just a machine

are his lips

and his voice

out of sync

Your lips and your voice

no sync

Decorate the background of Windows

with patterns

Alleged drone chemtrails

what will they go

Heading to the top

from aircraft carrier

They will pass by

And they will never give us

In Stena Drillmax springs

A rhythm that is not just a machine

are his lips

and his voice

Your lips and your voice

Lips and your voice

Lips and your voice

Lips and your voice

Your lips and your voice

no sync

In Stena Drillmax springs

A rhythm that is not just a machine

are his lips

Your lips and your voice

Lips and your voice

Lips and your voice

Lips and your voice

Your lips and your voice

no sync