Текст и перевод песни Loko Kuerdo - Pupilas Dilatadas

Pupilas Dilatadas

Las esquinas estan putiadas
De pupilas dilatadas
Han tenido las miradas de narizes empolvadas
De mentes atontadas volteajadas azaradas resabeadas cansadas
El valle de la peste caminando arañadas
Si quieren les presto muerte pa que acaben en nada
Hay pa′ que acaben en nada

Son poetas sanginarios
En las letras mis rosarios
Son puros escapularios
Sentimiento tengo ovario
No te miento
Siento resentimiento
Que disuelto odio y labia en mi aliento
Yo presento que caminan sin saber que ya estan muertos

Descontento, llego la hora
Enfrentamiento es mi momento
Pues no estoy muerto
Ya no estoy cuerdo
Recuerdos de mi mente
Que por siempre a estado ausente
Carburando en sur este y sur este
Encuentro pestenad que reste
Queres que te preste
Yo solo presto muerte
Las esquinas estan putiadas
De pupilas dilatadas
Han tenido las miradas de narizes empolvadas
De mentes atontadas volteajadas azaradas resabeadas cansadas
El valle de la peste caminando arañadas
Si quieren les presto muerte pa que acaben en nada

Son poetas sanginarios
En las letras mis rosarios
Son puros escapularios
Sentimiento tengo ovario
No te miento
Siento resentimiento
Que disuelto odio y labia en mi aliento
Yo presento que caminan sin saber que ya estan muertos

Descontento llego la hora
Enfrentamiento es mi momento
Pues no estoy muerto
Ya no estoy cuerdo
Recuerdos de mi mente
Que por siempre a estado ausente
Carburando en sur este y sur este
Encuentro pestenad que reste
Queres que te preste
Yo solo presto muerte

Dilated Pupils

Corners are fucked
With dilated pupils
They've had the looks of powdered noses
Of numb minds turned, haphazard, resentful, tired
The valley of the plague walking, scratched
If you want, I'll lend you death so you can end up in nothing
There's enough to end up in nothing

They're bloody poets
In the lyrics, my rosaries
They're all scapulars
Sentiment, I have ovaries
I'm not lying to you
I feel resentment
That dissolves hatred and speech in my breath
I present that they walk without knowing that they're already dead

Discontent, my moment has come
Confrontation is my moment
Because I'm not dead
I'm not sane anymore
Memories of my mind
That have been absent forever
Turbocharged to the southeast and southwest
I find a plague that remains
Do you want me to lend it to you?
I only lend death
Corners are fucked
With dilated pupils
They've had the looks of powdered noses
Of numb minds turned, haphazard, resentful, tired
The valley of the plague walking, scratched
If you want, I'll lend you death so you can end up in nothing

They're bloody poets
In the lyrics, my rosaries
They're all scapulars
Sentiment, I have ovaries
I'm not lying to you
I feel resentment
That dissolves hatred and speech in my breath
I present that they walk without knowing that they're already dead

Discontent, my moment has come
Confrontation is my moment
Because I'm not dead
I'm not sane anymore
Memories of my mind
That have been absent forever
Turbocharged to the southeast and southwest
I find a plague that remains
Do you want me to lend it to you?
I only lend death