Paroles et traduction CARDELLINO - Dalí

Dalí

En el centro del huracán
Caen tus prendas como en slow mo
Ahogame con toda esa sed
Una y otra vez
Hasta hacernos desaparecer

Mirame intenso y damelo suave
Dejame adentro y trágate la llave
Y aún con la cara contra el piso
Despegamos como una nave

Lo repetimos como un vicio
No hay brujería que nos apague
Cayendo de un precipicio, recorro cada piso
Y siempre hay algo nuevo para ver

Sudor que pega como Bruce Lee
Pupilas pidiendo mas bulling, derapo cual rally
Sado mas sano que el brocoli
Sus labios siempre rolling
Vivo en un cuadro de Dalí

Fui Truman en el velero
Ya me salí de esa novela
Jugué con fuego y me quemé
Las ampollas mi trofeo

Dentro de su coraza de acero
Hay flan casero con crema
No paro hasta que use rulero
Give It Away, give It Away, give It Away

En ayunas haciendo cardio
Despertando al vecindario
Muebles sanos ni el armario
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh

Le suena el dm, otro wannabe
Que le jura rocco pero es Mr Bean
Quiere serruchar pero esto no tiene fin
Hey, yeah

En el centro del huracán
Caen tus prendas como en slow mo
Ahogame con toda esa sed
Y ardeme la piel
Hasta hacernos desaparecer

Uh-oh-oh-oh

Dali

In the midst of the hurricane
Your clothes drop like slow motion
Suffocate me with all that thirst
Over and over again
Until we disappear

Look at me intensely and give it to me gently
Let me inside and swallow the key
And even with my face against the floor
We take off like a spaceship

We repeat it like an addiction
No witchcraft can extinguish us
Falling from a precipice, I traverse each floor
And there's always something new to see

Sweat sticks like Bruce Lee
Pupils demanding more bulling, I drift like a rally
Sado healthier than broccoli
Your lips always rolling
I live in a Dalí painting

I was Truman on the sailboat
I've already escaped that novel
I played with fire and got burned
The blisters, my trophy

Within its steel shell
There's homemade flan with cream
I won't stop until I use curlers
Give It Away, give It Away, give It Away

Fasting while doing cardio
Waking up the neighborhood
Not even the closet has healthy furniture
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Her DM buzzes, another wannabe
Who swears he's Rocco but is really Mr. Bean
He wants to saw but this has no end
Hey, yeah

In the midst of the hurricane
Your clothes drop like slow motion
Suffocate me with all that thirst
And burn my skin
Until we disappear

Uh-oh-oh-oh