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Mi Charles Manson

Ya tenemos los yesqueros ¡ahora entremos a quemar!
No fue culpa mía no saber en qué pizzeria nos íbamos a encontrar
Este encuentro no es urgente
No necesito lentes para poder ver tus ojos
No te veré más
Yo no te miraré más
Yo te ignoraré
Esta vez yo no te asesinaré
Y es que no tengo dudas diferencio las bermudas de los colaless
Les digo que ésto no es un sueño
Yo ya me he vuelto dueño de mi preconsciente
Y te, te tendré piedad
Yo te dejaré marchar
Y no te perseguiré
Esta vez yo no te asesinaré
Entre tanta sangre muerta ya perdí la cuenta
Ya no queda espacio en mi heladera
De tantas mermeladas, frutas y ensaladas
No recuerdo el gusto de la carne asada
Mi Charles Manson me inventa un menú
Mi Charles Manson no te habla de tú
Mi Charles Manson nunca fue cortés
Pero esta vez yo no te asesinaré
No me desespero los oídos que me oyeron no me recordarán, no
No me desespero, no seré esa monstra indie que te gusta idolatrar
Y no te pediré perdón, no no
No vengaré mi amor
Yo te ignoraré
Esta vez yo no te asesinaré
Entre tanta sangre muerta ya perdí la cuenta
Ya no queda espacio en mi heladera
De tantas mermeladas, frutas y ensaladas
No recuerdo el gusto de la carne asada
Mi Charles Manson me inventa un menú
Mi Charles Manson no te habla de tú
Mi Charles Manson nunca fue cortés
Pero esta vez yo no te asesinaré
No mereces morir
No mereces morir
No me-mereces, no
No seré tu amo
No seré tu amo, no seré
No seré tu amo de casa
Tus besos después de meses
Tus manos después de otras manos
Tus olas después del adiós
Vuelven invierno cualquier verano
Tus lapsos con otras lenguas
Tus chistes con otras risas
Tus nubes con otros cielos
Vuelven rastrillos tus viejas caricias

My Charles Manson

We've got the lighters, now let's go burn!
It wasn't my fault not knowing which pizzeria we were supposed to meet at.
This meeting isn't urgent.
I don't need glasses to see your eyes.
I won't see you again.
I won't look at you again.
I'll ignore you.
This time I won't kill you.
And it's because I have no doubt, I can tell the difference between Bermuda shorts and thongs.
I'm telling you this isn't a dream.
I've become master of my preconscious.
And I, I will have mercy on you.
I'll let you go.
And I won't chase you.
This time I won't kill you.
Among so much dead blood, I've lost count.
There's no more room in my refrigerator.
From so many jams, fruits, and salads.
I don't remember the taste of roasted meat.
My Charles Manson invents a menu for me.
My Charles Manson doesn't talk to you about you.
My Charles Manson was never polite.
But this time I won't kill you.
I don't despair, the ears that heard me won't remember me, no.
I don't despair, I won't be that indie monster you like to idolize.
And I won't apologize, no no.
I won't avenge my love.
I'll ignore you.
This time I won't kill you.
Among so much dead blood, I've lost count.
There's no more room in my refrigerator.
From so many jams, fruits, and salads.
I don't remember the taste of roasted meat.
My Charles Manson invents a menu for me.
My Charles Manson doesn't talk to you about you.
My Charles Manson was never polite.
But this time I won't kill you.
You don't deserve to die.
You don't deserve to die.
You don't deserve me, no.
I won't be your master.
I won't be your master, I won't be.
I won't be your house husband.
Your kisses after months.
Your hands after other hands.
Your waves after goodbye.
Turn any summer into winter.
Your lapses with other tongues.
Your jokes with other laughs.
Your clouds with other skies.
Turn your old caresses into rakes.