Papel Volando - Kinky

La distancia y su tijera

Corta el cordon

Y recorta en pedacitos

Nuestra generacion

Un dia mas, un dia

Menos para el monton

Y mi calendario

En un juego de ping pong

Y el taxi, la prisa

El hotel, el smog

El amor en los tiempos

Del ordenador

Que voy a haceeer

Somos un papel volando

Nunca se detiene

Somos esa carta en blanco

Que no lleva remitente

Me crujen los huesos

De pensar en avion

Que me trague esa ballena

Con alas y motor

Rayos X al alma

Que quiero saber

Si sueñas con bombas

Al amanecer

Y el taxi, la prisa

El hotel, el smog

La señal que dira

Tu llama en el ascensor

Que voy a haceeer

Somos un papel volando

Nunca se detiene

Somos esa carta en blanco

Que no lleva remitente

Somos un papel volando

Nunca se detiene

Somos esa carta en blanco

Que no lleva remitente

The distance and your scissors

cut the cord

And cut into pieces

Our generation

One more day, one day

Less for the bunch

and my calendar

In a game of ping pong

And the taxi, the rush

The hotel, the smog

love in the times

Of the computer

What am I going to do

We are a paper flying

never stops

We are that blank letter

That does not have a sender

my bones crack

To think of an airplane

Let that whale swallow me

With wings and engine

X-rays to the soul

What I want to know

If you dream of bombs

At dawn

And the taxi, the rush

The hotel, the smog

The sign that will tell

Your flame in the elevator

What am I going to do

We are a paper flying

never stops

We are that blank letter

That does not have a sender

We are a paper flying

never stops

We are that blank letter

That does not have a sender