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Cuerpos Monstruosos
03:09
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CUERPOS MONSTRUOSOS
Vivo alejada.
El placer y el dolor,
Me azotan, me dominan.
Me azotan, me dominan.
No me doy cuenta.
Siempre me abusan.
Tienen cuerpos bien monstruosos.
Un apocalipsis lleno de miseria
Lleno de miseria
Lleno de miseria
Lleno de rezos y humillaciones.
Tienen cuerpos bien monstruosos.
No están, ya no están,
No están, ya no están.
Lleno de rezos y humillaciones.
MONSTROUS BODIES
I live distanced,
Pleasure and pain.
Seize me, dominate me.
Seize me, dominate me.
I can't tell.
They always abuse me.
And they have monstrous bodies
An apocalypse full of misery
Full of misery
Full of prayers and humiliations.
They have monstrous bodies.
They aren't here,
they aren't here anymore.
Full of prayers and humiliation.
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Euforia
02:14
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EUFORIA
Euforia, adrenalina.
Adrenalina, euforia.
Pupilas dilatadas.
Escondida en paralelo.
Bailando me la paso
Olvidando mi fracaso.
No pienso demasiado.
Repito lo que digo.
Vivo fugazmente.
Ojos blancos.
Ironía de los bailes.
Pastillas sin sabores.
La luz del movimiento
me ayuda a no parar.
Euforia, adrenalina.
Adrenalina, euforia.
EUPHORIA
Euphoria, adrenaline.
Adrenaline, euphoria.
Dilated pupils,
Hiding in parallel.
I'm always dancing,
I don't think too much,
I repeat the things I say,
I live transiently
White eyes,
the irony of the dances,
flavorless pills.
The light of movement
helps me not to stop.
Euphoria, adrenaline.
Adrenaline, euphoria.
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Postrados
03:26
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POSTRADOS
Las estrellas que en el tiempo se estallan
postradas, y no estan quietas.
Los vacíos que pasan y los malos escapes
en la nieve que se esconde el pasado.
Postradras en la muerte estamos;
postrados y a veces no están.
PROSTRATE
The stars that in time will burst
are now prostrate, they do not stand still.
The emptiness that passes,
and the bad escapes in the snow that hides the past.
Prostrate in death we are;
prostrate, and sometimes we aren't.
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Don't Escape From Death
03:21
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Don't escape from death.
I know they follow me now.
I know they can see everything.
When is this going to stop?
I know they wanna kill me.
I know they wanna kill you.
When is this going to stop?
Don't escape from death.
Don't' escape from death.
Just families in pain
among the castles where people die.
They can't escape from death.
How many bombs they have left.
This life is about to end.
Lyrics by Analía
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Ces Cadáveres Brooklyn, New York
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