Lyrics and translation La Chancha Muda - Captuspre

Captuspre

Le llorisqueaba el corazón
Por un tajo ensañado que arruinó el mantel
Televisados sin chistar
Y son días extraños, de alucinación
La sangre que chorrea
El fetiche de moda
Llorando a carcajadas
Si el mundo se desplomara,
Quisiera ver para donde volarías
(Sin piso y sin paracaídas)
Con tanta libertad
De tornillos y flores
De electrocutaciones que no he vuelto a temblequear
Abundan los mareos
De vuelos turbulentos por el fondo del mar
Los grandes terremotos
Que cimbran, no se olvidan
De un día para el otro
Si este circo se acabara,
Quisiera ver para donde volarías
(Sin piso y sin paracaídas)
Con tanta libertad

Captured

My heart bleeds
For a careless cut that ruined the tablecloth
Televised without a peep
And these are strange and hallucinatory days
The blood that gushes
The fetish in vogue
Crying with laughter
If the world were to collapse,
I would like to see where you would fly
(Without an apartment and without a parachute)
With so much liberty
Of screws and flowers
Of electrocutions that I have never trembled at again
Dizziness abounds
From turbulent flights along the ocean floor
The great earthquakes
That shake, are not forgotten
From one day to the next
If this circus were to end,
I would like to see where you would fly
(Without an apartment and without a parachute)
With so much liberty