More songs by Depresión Sonora
Description
There are smells that cling to memory forever. Sweet, warm, slightly dirty - like spilt wine on the skin that can't be washed away by time or other bodies. Everything here is permeated with this obsessive longing: the breath, the touch, even the walls remember who whispered "I love you" within them. Love here isn't about tenderness - it's about dependence, about a habit of pain that, strangely enough, keeps you alive. It seems the hero has long understood he is doomed - and yet he reaches for the fire again, knowing how it will end. Because without this heat, it's emptiness, but with it, at least there's something to feel. It's a kind of hell for two, where punishment is accepted voluntarily, with a kiss and a slight smile.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Si pienso un dolor se me pone dura.
Solo tengo este recuerdo y no me consuela.
Huelo tu rastro, imagino el camino que lleva de vuelta a ese cuarto.
Cuatro paredes, mi nuevo castillo. Dejar que pasen los años.
Te cojo del cuello, me dices te quiero.
Acepto el castigo, por hoy soy tu dueño.
Respira profundo, te beso más lento. Si no estoy contigo, prefiero estar muerto.
Si no estoy contigo, prefiero estar muerto. Si no estoy contigo, prefiero el infierno.
Te sentaste enfrente, me miraste segura.
Me tumbaste en tus piernas, me peinas las penas.
Animal de costumbre, comete los mismos errores. Soy tan cariñoso.
Y es que lo mío es la ley del pobre, reventar antes que sobre.
Te cojo del cuello, me dices te quiero.
Acepto el castigo, por hoy soy tu dueño.
Respira profundo, te beso más lento. Si no estoy contigo, prefiero estar muerto.
Si no estoy contigo, prefiero estar muerto. Si no estoy contigo, prefiero el infierno.
Y es que lo mío es la ley del pobre, cometer los mismos errores.
Y es que lo mío es la ley del pobre, reventar antes que sobre.
English translation
If I think about pain it makes me hard.
I only have this memory and it doesn't comfort me.
I smell your trail, I imagine the path that leads back to that room.
Four walls, my new castle. Let the years pass.
I grab you by the neck, you tell me I love you.
I accept the punishment, for today I am your owner.
Take a deep breath, I kiss you slower. If I'm not with you, I'd rather be dead.
If I'm not with you, I'd rather be dead. If I'm not with you, I prefer hell.
You sat in front, you looked at me confidently.
You laid me down on your legs, you combed my sorrows.
Habitual animal, makes the same mistakes. I'm so loving.
And mine is the poor man's law, burst before there is more.
I grab you by the neck, you tell me I love you.
I accept the punishment, for today I am your owner.
Take a deep breath, I kiss you slower. If I'm not with you, I'd rather be dead.
If I'm not with you, I'd rather be dead. If I'm not with you, I prefer hell.
And mine is the poor man's law, making the same mistakes.
And mine is the poor man's law, burst before there is more.