Below is the lyrics of the song I.P.O.S.T.E.L , artist - La Vida Boheme with translation
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La Vida Boheme
Caras rotas que sueñan con rosas
Que no llegan a nacer…
Cartas bombas que explotan tan sordas
Soñando poder, poder…
Poder, poder, poder, poder, poder!
Nuestro arte, nuestra arma
Olvida todo lo que aprendiste y vuelve a aprender…
Para olvidar otra vez
Admira el reverso de tus pupilas
Siendo cortinas al sol
Abre los ojos y mira al cañón
Permíteme ilustrarte en el tema
Cariño, el fusil nos espera
25 pasos antes de morir
No te culpo, ignorante (x2)
Nuestro arte, nuestra arma
Olvida todo lo que aprendiste y vuelve a aprender…
Para olvidar otra vez
Admira el reverso de tus pupilas
Siendo cortinas al sol
Abre los ojos y mira al cañón
Permíteme ilustrarte en el tema
Cariño, el fusil nos espera
25 pasos antes de morir
No te culpo, ignorante (x2)
Broken faces that dream of roses
They don't get to be born...
Letter bombs that explode so deaf
Dreaming power, power...
Power, power, power, power, power!
Our art, our weapon
Forget everything you learned and learn again...
to forget again
Admire the back of your pupils
Being curtains to the sun
Open your eyes and look at the canyon
Let me enlighten you on the subject
Honey, the rifle awaits us
25 steps before dying
I don't blame you, ignorant (x2)
Our art, our weapon
Forget everything you learned and learn again...
to forget again
Admire the back of your pupils
Being curtains to the sun
Open your eyes and look at the canyon
Let me enlighten you on the subject
Honey, the rifle awaits us
25 steps before dying
I don't blame you, ignorant (x2)
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