Текст и перевод песни Daniel Higienico - La Leyenda Urbana de Hermann Hesse

La Leyenda Urbana de Hermann Hesse

Nos conocimos en los suburbios de Paris
Paseando como turistas amargados
Tú tropezaste sin querer mirando el móvil
Y de tu bolso cayó un libro de Hermann Hesse

No hubo duda, era El lobo estepario
La novela que tantas veces devoré
Aquello fue un sarcasmo del destino
Tres hurras por el puto Hermann Hesse

Y conectamos como dos almas en pena
Siempre dispuestos para dramatizar
Me fascinó tu profunda tristeza
Mi desdicha te empezaba a enamorar

Filosofamos paseando por el Sena
Como lobos orgullosos del dolor
De las piedras que derrumban mi tejado
De la muerte que te vino a visitar

Y seguimos caminando atormentados
Melancólicos, sin nada en que creer
Nos sentimos desplazados de este mundo
Y, cómo no, apareció la Torre Eiffel

Y me contaste tus delirios y tus miedos
Bajo la luna en un café de Montparnasse
Y de repente me pediste fuego
Y uno tras otro no paramos de fumar

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Nos recreamos invocando el suicidio
Y los dos empezamos a fantasear
Y lo tomamos como un esnobismo
Pero nos fuimos derechos al campanar

Allí de pronto nos miramos a los ojos
Antes de tirarnos de una vez
Y bajamos hasta las catacumbas
Hicimos el amor por Hermann Hesse

Y a cada beso aumentaba la condena
Enamorados de nuestra enfermedad
Reímos juntos como magdalenas
Y la tragedia no dejaba de gozar

Aquella noche nos volvimos como locos
Y nos vengamos de toda la humanidad
Follando en el diván de Quasimodo
Fue la noche que incendiamos Notre Dame

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The Urban Legend of Hermann Hesse

We met in the suburbs of Paris
Walking around like bitter tourists
You stumbled because you were staring at your phone
And a book by Hermann Hesse fell out of your bag

There was no doubt, it was Steppenwolf
The novel I had devoured so many times
It was a cruel twist of fate
Three cheers for the fucking Hermann Hesse

And we connected like two lost souls
Always ready to dramatize
I was fascinated by your profound sadness
My misery was starting to make you fall in love

We philosophized as we walked along the Seine
Like wolves proud of their pain
Of the stones that are collapsing my roof
Of the death that came to visit you

And we kept walking, tormented
Melancholic, with nothing to believe in
We felt displaced from this world
And how could it be otherwise, the Eiffel Tower appeared

And you told me about your delusions and your fears
Under the moon in a café in Montparnasse
And suddenly you asked me for a light
And one after another, we couldn't stop smoking

Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh

We amused ourselves by invoking suicide
And we both started to fantasize
And we took it as a snobbery
But we went straight to the bell tower

There, suddenly, we looked into each other's eyes
Before throwing ourselves off at once
And we went down to the catacombs
We made love for Hermann Hesse

And with each kiss the sentence increased
In love with our disease
We laughed together like madmen
And the tragedy kept on enjoying itself

That night we went mad
And we took revenge on all of humanity
Fucking on Quasimodo's couch
It was the night we burned down Notre Dame

Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh