Alan Sutton y las criaturitas de la ansiedad – Sr Cabeza de Reloj Lyrics
Artist: Alan Sutton y las criaturitas de la ansiedad
Song: Sr Cabeza de Reloj
En un puntito
En una gota de aceite
Vive el Sr. Cabeza de Reloj
En su puntito todo era infinito
Y eso a él miedo le dio
E inventó el tiempo
Y los mandamientos
Y todo midió y nombró
¡Ay, pobre Sr. Cabeza de Reloj!
Hoy en su puntito
Donde todo era infinito
Piensa el Sr. Cabeza de Reloj
Baila a diario con la angustia
Le canta sus retrucos
Le busca algún sabor
E inventó la moral
Y, ahí nomás, la hipocresía
Y separó verdad de mentira
Ya en el ocaso de su vida, mira en retrospectiva, el Sr. Cabeza de Reloj
Se ha pasado la vida buscando qué es lo que había atrás del telón
Y juntaba a las palabras, consentían sus caprichos, lo hacían sentir mejor
Mas a medida que nombraba, las palabras lo quemaban
Y el amor se le quemó
¡Ay, pobre Sr. Cabeza de Reloj!
Cantó toda su vida y jamás halló su voz
Y hoy el TIC TAC no lo deja dormir
Vacío en su estómago de engranajes
Y el TIC TAC, su destino fatal
Intenta y no puede las agujas frenar
No pierdas tu tiempo
No pierdas tu tiempo
¡Ay, pobre Sr. Cabeza de Reloj!
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Sr Cabeza de Reloj Lyrics – English Translation
In a point
In a drop of oil
Live Mr. Clock Head
In his dot everything was infinite
And that to him fear gave him
And he invented time
And the commandments
And everything measured and he named
Oh, poor Mr. Clock head!
Today in his dot
Where everything was infinite
Think Mr. Clock Head
Baila da daily with anguish
He sings his restrues
It looks for some flavor
And he invented morality
And, there nomás, hypocrisy
And he separated really lying
Already on the sunset of his life, look in retrospect, Mr. Clock head
The life has been looking for what was what was behind the curtain
And he joined the words, he spotted him, they made him feel better
But as he named, the words burned
And love was burned
Oh, poor Mr. Clock head!
He sang all his life and he never found his voice
And today the tic tac does not let it sleep
Empty in your gear stomach
And the tic tac, his fatal destiny
He tries and can not the needles brake
Do not waste your time
Do not waste your time
Oh, poor Mr. Clock head!
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Alan Sutton y las criaturitas de la ansiedad Lyrics – Sr Cabeza de Reloj
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From the album:
Con los Pies
Release Year: 2020