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Hola Cariño, ¿Cómo estás?
Semana 101 de Hive Open Mic: Freedom of Expression.
Me hablan de libertad y me siento libre de elegir, En mi vida hubo una flaca que que clavó un puñal por la espalda, ya la olvidé, literal, fuí al consultorio del Doctor Howard Mierzwiak y llevé todo lo que a ella me recordaba, me sometí al proceso de borrado de memoria y ahora estoy aquí, cantando esta canción del Maestro Calamaro, que me fascina, me enloquece, es mi canción favorita de todo su repertorio, ¡Larga vida a Andrés! Ah! Hay algo que recuerdo, recuerdo que hoy cumplo 40 semanas en Hive Open Mic y por eso voy a tomarme un caldo de los dioses que viene de Escocia, es un momento especial en mi vida. Gracias!
Canto con amor desde mi corazón para ti <3
Hi Honey, How are you?
Hive Open Mic Week 101: Freedom of Expression.
They talk to me about freedom and I feel free to choose, In my life there was a skinny girl who stabbed me in the back, I forgot her, literally, I went to Doctor Howard Mierzwiak's office and took everything that reminded me of her, I underwent the process of memory erasure and now I am here, singing this song by Maestro Calamaro, which fascinates me, drives me crazy, it is my favorite song of his entire repertoire, Long live Andrés! Ah! there is something I remember, I remember that today I am 40 weeks old at Hive Open Mic and that is why I am going to drink a broth of the gods that comes from Scotland, it is a special moment in my life. Thank you!
I sing with love from my heart to you <3
Letra:
Flaca no me claves
Tus puñales
Por la espalda
Tan profundo
No me duelen
No me hacen mal
Lejos
En el centro
De la tierra
Las raíces
Del amor
Donde estaban
Quedarán
Entre el no me olvides
Me dejes nuestros abriles olvidados
En el fondo del placard
Del cuarto de invitados
Eran tiempos dorados
De un pasado mejor
Aunque casi me equivoco
Y te digo poco a poco
No me mientas
No me digas la verdad
No te quedes callada
No levantes la voz
Ni me pidas perdón
Aunque casi te confieso
Que también he sido un perro compañero
Un perro ideal que aprendió a nadar
Y a volver al hogar
Para poder comer
Flaca no me claves
Tus puñales
Por la espalda
Tan profundo
No me duelen
No me hacen mal
Lejos
En el centro
De la tierra
Las raíces
Del amor
Donde estaban
Quedarán
Lyric:
Flaca, don't stab me
Your daggers
In the back
So deep
They don't hurt me
They don't hurt me
Far away
In the center
Of the earth
The roots
Of love
Where they were
Will remain
Among the don't forget me
Leave me our forgotten coats
At the bottom of the closet
In the guest room
Those were golden times
Of a better past
Though I'm almost wrong
And I tell you little by little
Don't lie to me
Don't tell me the truth
Don't keep quiet
Don't raise your voice
Nor ask me for forgiveness
Although I almost confess to you
That I have also been a companion dog
An ideal dog that learned to swim
And to return home
To be able to eat
Skinny don't stab me
Your daggers
Through my back
So deep
They don't hurt me
They don't hurt me
Far away
In the center
Of the earth
The roots
Of love
Where they were
Will remain
Translated with DeepL.com
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