Текст и перевод песни Carlos Varela - Hombre de silicona

Hombre de silicona

El tipo se pinchó la dosis de Silicona,
Sus pechos empezaron a crecer,
Soñaba con tener los senos de Madonna,
Soñaba con las piernas de Cher.
El era hombre, él era hombre
Pero tenía un corazón de mujer.
Estaba preso dentro de su mismo cuerpo
Sin poder escapar del dolor,
Su sexo que importaba si era falso o cierto
Si ya vivía con la ilusión.
El era libre, él era libre
Pero soñaba con dejar la prisión.
En el barrio lo miraban de una forma extraña
Por eso apenas se asomaba a su balcón.
Sus amantes le decían: la mujer araña,
Pero en la calle le gritaban: maricón.
Coleccionaba los filmes de Almodóvar
Y las revistas prohibidas por la ley,
Aquella noche todo terminó en su alcoba,
La muerte le besó los labios como un gay.
El era hombre, él era hombre
Pero tenía un corazón de mujer.
Es duro vivir así, es duro vivir muriendo
Es duro morir viviendo, es duro vivir.
Es duro morir así, es duro morir viviendo
Es duro vivir muriendo, es duro morir.
El tipo se pinchó la dosis de Silicona,
Sus pechos empezaron a crecer,
Soñaba con tener los senos de Madonna,
Soñaba con las piernas de Cher.
Estaba preso dentro de su mismo cuerpo
Sin poder escapar del dolor,
Su sexo que importaba si era falso o cierto
Si ya moría con la ilusión.
El era libre, él era libre
Pero soñaba con dejar la prisión.

Silicon Man

Dude filled himself up with a dose of Silicone,
His breasts started to grow,
He dreamed of having Madonna's breasts,
He dreamed of Cher's legs.
He was a man, he was a man
But he had a woman's heart.
He was trapped inside his own body
Unable to escape the pain,
His sex didn't matter if it was fake or real
Because he was already living in a fantasy.
He was free, he was free
But he dreamt of leaving his prison.
The neighborhood gave him strange looks
So he barely even looked out onto his balcony.
His lovers called him: the spider woman,
But on the street, they called him: faggot.
He collected Almodóvar films
And magazines outlawed by the government,
That night, in his bedroom, it all ended,
The way death kissed his lips like a gay.
He was a man, he was a man
But he had a woman's heart.
It's hard to live like this, it's hard to live dying
It's hard to die living, it's hard to live.
It's hard to die like this, it's hard to die living
It's hard to live dying, it's hard to die.
Dude filled himself up with a dose of Silicone,
His breasts started to grow,
He dreamed of having Madonna's breasts,
He dreamed of Cher's legs.
He was trapped inside his own body
Unable to escape the pain,
His sex didn't matter if it was fake or real
Because he was already dying in a fantasy.
He was free, he was free
But he dreamt of leaving his prison.