La Chispa Adecuada (Bendecida 3) (Directo) - Héroes del Silencio

Las palabras fueron avispas

Y las calles como dunas

Cuando aùn te espero llegar

En un ataùd guardo tu tacto y una corona

Con tu pelo enmarañado

Queriendo encontrar un

Arco-iris infinito

Mis manos que aùn son de hueso

Y tu vientre sabe a pan

La catedral es tu cuerpo

Eras verano y mil tormentas, yo

El leòn que sonrìe a las paredes

Que he vuelto a pintar del mismo color

No se distinguir entre besos y raìces

No sè distinguir lo complicado de lo simple

Y ahora estàs en mi lista de promesas a olvidar

Todo arde si le aplicas la chispa adecuada

El fuego que era a veces propio

La ceniza siempre ajena

Blanca esperma resbalando

Por la espina dorsal

Ya somos màs viejos y sinceros

Y què màs da

Si miramos la «laguna»

Como llaman a la eternidad

De la ausencia

No se distinguir entre besos y raìces

No sè distinguir lo complicado de lo simple

Y ahora estàs en mi lista de promesas a olvidar

Todo arde si le aplicas la chispa adecuada

The words were wasps

And the streets like dunes

When I still wait for you to arrive

In a coffin I keep your touch and a crown

with your matted hair

wanting to find a

infinite rainbow

My hands that are still made of bone

And your belly tastes like bread

The cathedral is your body

You were summer and a thousand storms, I

The lion that smiles at the walls

That I have repainted the same color

I don't know how to distinguish between kisses and roots

I don't know how to distinguish the complicated from the simple

And now you're on my list of promises to forget

Everything burns if you apply the right spark

The fire that was sometimes its own

The ash always foreign

White sperm slipping

down the spine

We are already older and more sincere

And what else gives

If we look at the "lagoon"

What do they call eternity

of the absence

I don't know how to distinguish between kisses and roots

I don't know how to distinguish the complicated from the simple

And now you're on my list of promises to forget

Everything burns if you apply the right spark