Paroles et traduction La Fuga - Malos pensamientos - Remastered 2017

Malos pensamientos - Remastered 2017

A destiempo van viniendo
Tus fantasmas a escupirme
Tus recuerdos

Fuiste una comida sin vino
Una piedra del destino
Un domingo de resaca

Fuiste una tarde en el infierno
Una noche en el aeropuerto
Una invierno sin mantas

Fuiste y lo importante ha sido eso
Que es pasado aunque me quejo
Ni te extraño ni te siento

Fuiste una mañana de lunes
Un escenario sin luces
Una vela que se apaga

Fuiste una guerra inacabada
Un puñal cuando se clava
Un incendio en las montañas

Fuiste y lo importante ha sido eso
Que es pasado aunque me quejo
Aunque me quejo a destiempo

A destiempo van viniendo
Tus fantasmas a escupirme
Tus recuerdos
En mi alma otro saco de cemento
En mi cabeza malos pensamientos

Fuiste un cuba libre sin hielo
Un demonio en el cielo
Ni exagero ni te miento

Fuimos dos perros callejeros
Eternamente en cueros
Jugando a hacernos daño
Jugando a no entendernos

A destiempo van viniendo
Tus fantasmas a escupirme
Tus recuerdos
En mi alma otro saco de cemento
En mi cabeza malos pensamientos

Bad Thoughts - Remastered 2017

They come unfashionably late
Your ghosts to spit on me
Your memories

You were a meal without wine
A stone from destiny
A hungover Sunday

You were an evening in hell
A night at the airport
A winter without blankets

You once were and that is the important thing
It's in the past although I complain
I neither miss you nor do I feel you

You were a Monday morning
A stage with no lights
A candle that burns out

You were an unfinished war
A dagger as it stabs
A wildfire in the mountains

You once were and that is the important thing
It's in the past although I complain
Although I complain unfashionably late

They come unfashionably late
Your ghosts to spit on me
Your memories
Another sack of cement on my soul
Bad thoughts in my head

You were a rum and Coke without ice
A demon in heaven
I'm neither exaggerating nor lying to you

We were two stray dogs
Eternally naked
Playing at hurting each other
Playing at not understanding each other

They come unfashionably late
Your ghosts to spit on me
Your memories
Another sack of cement on my soul
Bad thoughts in my head