VHESE – Rita Hayworth Lyrics
Artist: VHESE
Song: Rita Hayworth
Intento volarme de esta prisión
Con un póster de Rita en la pared para esconder la misión
Peco de pensamiento y omisión
No siempre hay luces y cámara pa’ pasar a la acción
No busco ser buena gente
El que intenta caer bien a todo el mundo está demente
No intento ser consecuente
Porque yo sé que todo el que maneja el don de la palabra miеnte
VHS nació en un martes trеce
Pésele al que le pese, no se calla ni aunque rece
Y no se estrese si esta rima solo crece
A punta de las sandeces que esta tusta esclarece
Ya no veo sábados felices
Solo nubes en el cielo pintando los rostros grises
Los diferentes matices que habitan en sus directrices
Los mantienen confundidos e infelices
La duda es mi Buda, el Cristo que me ayuda
Y la que toda la verdad ante mis ojos desnuda
Y es fea, tozuda y cruda
Donde no hay salud, dinero ni amor para el que estornuda
Me rapo para conservar la cabeza fría
Aparezco indeseable como una estría
En la actualidad sombría aún hay quién sonría
Incluso sin calmar el hambre de su cría
Y es que estamos viviendo una vida líquida
Todas las cosas solo fluyen de manera insípida
Y supremamente nítida
Haciendo que el misterio se esconda de la forma más tímida
No soy Conavi, no quiero a la gente
Y mucho menos un monarca con traje de presidente
Ni tampoco un rey como Vicente
Me paro, digo presente y vamos a brindar por el ausente
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VHESE – Babel
VHESE – Ni Júbilo Ni Gloria
Rita Hayworth Lyrics – English Translation
I try to fly from this prison
With a rita poster on the wall to hide the mission
Pec of thought and omission
There are not always lights and camera to ‘go to action
I do not seek to be good people
The one who tries to fall well the whole world is insane
I do not try to be consistent
Because I know that everyone who handles the gift of the word MIENTE
VHS was born on a Tuesday tracece
Pélele who weighs him, does not shut up or even pray
And do not get stressed if this rhyme only grows
At Punta de la Sandeces that this tuta clarifies
I do not see happy Saturdays
Single clouds in the sky painting gray faces
The different nuances that live in their guidelines
They keep them confused and unhappy
Doubt is my Buddha, the Christ who helps me
And the one that all the truth before my eyes naked
And it is ugly, tozuda and raw
Where there is no health, money or love for which it sneezes
Rapo me to keep the cold head
I appear undesirable as a stretch
In the grim today there is still who smiled
Even without calming the hunger of his breeding
And is that we are living a liquid life
All things only flow in an insipid way
And supremely clearly
Making the mystery hide in the most timid way
I’m not Conavi, I do not want people
And much less a monarch with suit president
Nor a king as a vicente
I stop, I say present and we are going to give by the absent
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VHESE Lyrics – Rita Hayworth
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From the album:
Tosco [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021