Paroles et traduction Sara Hebe - Historika

Historika

¿Quién va a detenerte?
¿La muerte, la edad o la idea?
(¿Quién va a detenerte?)
¿Quién va a detenerte?
¿La muerte, la edad o la idea?
(¿Quién va a detenerte?)

De tanto que se siente eufórica
Antes que histérica histórica
De tanto encanto, pictórica
De tan gustosa rica, tanqui medica
Fabrica hormonas, calienta, lubrica
Hasta a los maricas hechiza
Satírica
A veces le da besos a Dios, por unos pesos
A vos, gracias por ser como sos

Si te vas la salida te indica
Irónica
Es una estética con poética
Con la base que suena sin ética
Y simpatiza con el tipo de tu lírica
Pero a vos ni te ubica, te desubica

Sube acá y sube acá
Hace adivinanzas gitana
No tiene un método lo hace con y romántica
No tiene un titulo: tiene lencería
Erótica se pone
Romántica un poco
Afónica un poco
Visionica te enferma

De forma crónica
Primero te da forma, después te deforma
De tanto que sabe te informa con pocas normas
Piensa en la reforma
Transformers, se transforma
Y con el ritmo cambia la forma
Forma la fila y aniquila te formatea
Gracias a Dios es atea
Gracias a Dios

De tan histérica, histórica
Antes que histérica, histórica
De tanto que siente, eufórica
Antes que histérica, histórica
De tan histérica, histórica
De tan histérica, histórica
Antes que histérica, histórica
De tanto que siente, eufórica
Antes que histérica, histórica
De tan histérica, histórica

Sin bikini con quimica, te lo dice con mímica
Cero místicas pura físicas de este lado
Para que me miren y no me toquen
Desde este punto para que se acerquen, pero no sofoquen
De arriba o abajo, para que me enfoquen
Para que empiecen a probar que me provoque
Y le emboquen y no me toquen
Se siente el espíritu invoquen

Movete ken
No sumen, no resten, simplifiquen, multipliquen
Morite ken
Somos adultos pero algunos son muy muy billiken

Oh, es cuestión de tu gen
Gente que te aplaude por aplaudir público
Bobos como monos no sabe a quien seguir, no sabe a quien elegir
No hay candidato ni candidata
Son todas ratas
Mentira las encuestas
Por eso yo por eso yo por eso yo
Por eso yo por eso yo por eso yo
El voto anulo me postulo
Voy a ser presidenta
El petróleo no será para la venta
El gas es como para la gente friolenta
Cuando sea presidenta, Argentina se reinventa

De tan histérica, histórica
Antes que histérica, histórica
De tanto que siente, eufórica
Antes que histérica, histórica
De tan histérica, histórica
De tan histérica, histórica
Antes que histérica, histórica
De tanto que siente, eufórica
Antes que histérica, histórica
De tan histérica, histórica

Historical

Who's going to stop you?
Death, age or the idea?
(Who's going to stop you?)
Who's going to stop you?
Death, age or the idea?
(Who's going to stop you?)

So euphoric you feel
Before hysterical, historical
So charming, picturesque
So delicious, rich, so tank medic
Manufactures hormones, heats, lubricates
Even bewitches the fags
Satirical
Sometimes she kisses God, for a few bucks
To you, thanks for being who you are

If you leave, the exit indicates
Ironical
It's an aesthetic with poetry
With the base that sounds without ethics
And sympathizes with the type of your lyrics
But it doesn't even locate you, it dislocates you

Go up here and go up here
She makes riddles, a gypsy
She doesn't have a method, she does it with and romantic
She doesn't have a title: she has lingerie
Erotic she puts on
Romantic a little
Aphonic a little
Visionic, she makes you sick

Chronically
First she shapes you, then she deforms you
So much that she knows she informs you with few rules
She thinks about the reform
Transformers, she transforms
And with the rhythm, she changes the form
She forms the line and annihilates, she formats you
Thank God she's an atheist
Thank God

So hysterical, historical
Before hysterical, historical
So much that she feels, euphoric
Before hysterical, historical
So hysterical, historical
So hysterical, historical
Before hysterical, historical
So much that she feels, euphoric
Before hysterical, historical
So hysterical, historical

Without a bikini with chemistry, she tells you with mimicry
Zero mystics pure physics on this side
So they can look at me and not touch me
From this point so they can approach, but not suffocate
From above or below, so they can focus on me
So they can start to taste that I provoke them
And they hit the mark and don't touch me
You feel the spirit, invoke it

Move, Ken
Don't add, don't subtract, simplify, multiply
Die, Ken
We're adults, but some are very, very billiken

Oh, it's a matter of your genes
People who applaud you for applauding the audience
Fools like monkeys, they don't know who to follow, they don't know who to choose
There's no candidate
They're all rats
The polls are a lie
That's why I, that's why I, that's why I
That's why I, that's why I, that's why I
I'm running for the null vote
I'm going to be president
Oil will not be for sale
Gas is like for people who are cold
When I'm president, Argentina will reinvent itself

So hysterical, historical
Before hysterical, historical
So much that she feels, euphoric
Before hysterical, historical
So hysterical, historical
So hysterical, historical
Before hysterical, historical
So much that she feels, euphoric
Before hysterical, historical
So hysterical, historical