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ES:

Todavía lo recuerdo,
una noche simple
con el viento en mi pelo,
un aire reconfortante,
nada predecía
lo que pasaría.

De repente mi cabeza va a estallar,
de repente mis ojos no quieren enfocar,
de repente tengo que parar,
y vi una luz que destellaba y me atraía hacia allá,
y vi una luz que me incitaba a seguir a su hogar,
toqué la puerta y no hubo marcha atrás,
no hubo marcha atrás.
Me dijeron bienvenido,
este es su nuevo nido,
todo era tan brillante,
demasiado para ser real.

Qué importa voy a disfrutar,
qué importa no voy a parar.

Pasan los días
y me sentía vivo,
pasan los días
y me empiezo a sentir nocivo,
pasan los días y pregunto:
¿A qué hora voy a salir?
Fue cuando me dijeron que este hotel tenía algo especial,
fue cuando me dijeron que me tenía que relajar,
fue cuando me dijeron que este hotel te dejaba entrar,
pero no salir.
En adelante no recuerdo bien lo que pasó,
un solo de guitarra retumbando en mis sueños
estaba atrapado, consumado, atrapado.

De repente mi cabeza va a estallar,
de repente mis ojos no quieren enfocar,
de repente tengo que parar,
y vi una luz que destellaba y me atraía hacia allá,
y vi una luz que me incitaba a seguir a su hogar,
toqué la puerta y no hubo marcha atrás,
no hubo marcha atrás.


EN:

I still remember it,
one simple night
with the wind in my hair,
a comforting air,
nothing predicted
what would happen.

Suddenly my head is going to explode,
suddenly my eyes don't want to focus,
suddenly I have to stop,
and I saw a light flashing and drawing me there,
and I saw a light beckoning me to follow it into its home,
I knocked on the door and there was no turning back,
there was no turning back.
I was told welcome,
this is your new nest,
everything was so bright,
too much to be real.

Who cares I'm going to enjoy it,
who cares I won't stop.

Days go by
and I felt alive,
days go by
and I start to feel harmful,
days go by and I ask myself:
What time am I going to leave?
It was when they told me that this hotel had something special,
that's when they told me I had to relax,
that's when they told me that this hotel lets you come in,
but not leave.
From then on I don't quite remember what happened,
a guitar solo thundering in my dreams.
I was trapped, consumed, trapped.

Suddenly my head is going to explode,
suddenly my eyes don't want to focus,
suddenly I have to stop,
and I saw a light flashing and drawing me there,
and I saw a light beckoning me to follow it to its home,
I knocked on the door and there was no turning back,
there was no turning back.

I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies
tell you bout your beautiful eyes
iwanna be fake
tell you little lies
tell you bout your beautiful eyes

Well I'm gonna sing you a song about birds
Stuff you probably already heard
tell you bout the blue sky
a whole bunch of lies
tell you bout the blue sky in your eyes

Well if I should tell you no lies
Like your make up is a disguise
Then I wouldn't be fake, no
I would'nt tell you no lies
I may see a tear drop from your eyes


I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies
I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies
I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies
I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies

What a deep pit for a young man
Dreaming for wiser land, wiser land
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

What a deep pit for an hold man

Like a blind bird with no wings in the dark, in the dark
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

If the fool will persist in his folly
He would become wise

No bird soars to high

If he soars with his own wings
The most sublime

Act is to set another before you

The soul of sweet delight

Can never be defiled, can never be defiled

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me,

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

I smoke the hours

In a nest full of dynamite

I fishing plastic fish

In black puddles on the curb

Do you think about to burn your girl down
Do you think about to burn your car down
Do you think about it x3

Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline

Why the king eats better than dogs
Probably because he know’s

Who kills for gold

Sweeping his ass with velvet

The crowd begging crumbs

Do you think about to burn your girl down
Do you think about to burn your car down
Do you think about it x3

Do you think about it x2

Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline

Dans mon océan pacifiqueY’a des bugs et Y’a des clicks
Y’a ma baleine Moby Dick
Qui nage seule dans le bleu de l’antarctique
Dans mon asile psychédélique
Y’a un bug et même plus de déclic
Y’a ma baleine Moby Dick
Qui plonge, plonge dans le bleu de méthylène

La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent
Y’a des barrières qui se brisent
Et des coraux tout blancs qui se déguisent
La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent
Y’a des vagues de mots qui se soulèvent
Et se perdent au loin
Dans l’océan
Au large des côtes de l’Afrique
Y’a des sonars qui sondent la mer
Et des sous-marins nucléaires
Qui déclarent la guerre aux étoiles de mer
Y’a des mers qui se meurent
Dans des tourbillons de plastique
Et ma baleine Moby Dick
Qui nage seule dans le bleu de l’antarctique
La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent
Y’a des barrières qui se brisent
Et des coraux tout blancs qui se déguisent
La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent
Y’a des vagues de mots qui se soulèvent
Et se perdent au loin
Dans l’océan
Dans l’océan



English translation :
IN MY PACIFIC OCEAN
In my pacific ocean
There are bugs and there are clicks
There's my whale Moby Dick
Who's swimming
alone in the blue of Antarctica
In my psychedelic asylum
There's a bug and even more
of the
click
There's my whale Moby Dick
Who dives, dives
in
the
methylene blue
Up
High,
where the wind howls
There are barriers breaking
And white corals that disguise themselves

Up
High,
where the wind howls
There are waves of words rising
up
And getting
lost in the distance
In the ocean
Off the coast of Africa
There are sonars probing the sea
And nuclear submarines
Who declare war on starfish
There are seas that are dying
In plastic whirlpools
And my whale Moby Dick
Who's swimming alone in the blue of Antarctica

Up
High,
where the wind howls
There are barriers breaking
And white corals that disguise themselves
Up
High,
where the wind howls
There are waves of words rising
up
And getting
lost in the distance
In the ocean
In the ocean