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Your car
02:16
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Whisper my name.
I love control.
Into the lake, into it you go.
It was all part of the plan:
not to mistake a kiss on your palm.
It started to rain.
You pulled my legs tight
around your belly,
and we stayed outside.
You pulled up your shirt,
put my hands on your chest
and closed you eyes.
It was the last time that I saw you
under that light.
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La espera
02:23
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Te espero sentado en un banco
sin prisa y el tiempo parado.
Disfruto la espera sabiendo que el paso siguiente
es tenerte a ti enfrente.
Te he hecho esperar tantas veces
más que tú a mí.
Y quiero pedirte perdón y que sepas
que aprecio lo mucho que has hecho.
Esperé y esperé
sin saber a qué.
Te espero sentado y apenas recuerdo el andar cabizbajo.
Espero honrar el pacto que hicimos:
ser siempre sincero a tu lado.
Te esperé
sin saber
que ibas a ser tú.
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3. |
Stockholm
04:42
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It's a long long way down your spiral.
Why lie when you're gifted with a language?
I'd ignore your flaws out of friendship.
But how long will you love me, once you're finished?
You had a son. His name in soil is pretentious
and every time you hesitate, he is bleeding.
Even the nest underneath your chin, ammunition.
Tell me about the woman you'll become:
what will she sound like?
Under each eyebrow hangs a sign of seduction.
Even after years apart, I can feel it.
Even the tears rolling down your cheeks
are a weapon.
You will no doubt always be the queen of your army.
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4. |
Gracias por el pelo
03:26
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Gracias por el pelo
voy a necesitarlo para hacer una ilustración
(que es un dibujo aunque suena mejor)
Gracias por el pelo
no voy a procesarlo
Quiero que quede más bien natural
con rubio, moreno, castaño, ¡da igual!
Gracias por cortar el pelo.
¿Qué seríamos sin peluqueros?
No me lo quiero ni imaginar... pero puedo:
Cocinando me prendo fuego,
en el baño me atasco en el sumidero,
paseando por el parque durante una ventisca, me enredo con las ramas de un abeto que no busca molestar pero es que desde que los moños se impusieron ya no queda más remedio que pasear bajo los despejados cielos.
El pelo cae hacia abajo... hasta que cae hacia arriba.
¡Todo el mundo lleva unos tocados horrorosos!
Gracias por cortar el pelo.
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5. |
Favourite fawn
05:25
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Wait for the sun to set
to visit the house I left.
Documented hate in piles,
notebooks are turning brown.
I never knew your chest held gold
until that night... it hummed a tune.
Wait for the sun to set.
I am the sun that left.
Ask me what's on my mind,
not so in terms of wealth.
Documented hate in piles:
I used to run from your boot.
I never knew your chest held gold
until that night (it hummed a tune).
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6. |
Suso's song
01:59
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I try to understand why I would miss being alone when I'm with you
then missing you when you are gone.
I know it's hard for you to settle down or feel relaxed while I'm around
I spoil the silence you have found.
You would be the same if you were me,
I can't afford to understand you back.
We spend our time apart praising each other.
When we're together, we wouldn't bother:
I want to touch you all the time!
Yes, I know you're there and that you love me
Oh, but knowing isn't holding and I need weight to pull me down.
Bear with me and I won't let you down.
As a child I learned from my mistakes
so maybe there is hope for me.
Hope for you and me!
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Sef Madrid, Spain
Sef es el alias musical de Christian Fernández Mirón. Publica en 2014 su primer disco “Debout” junto a su primer videoclip
“Independencia (hymn)”. Esto y más en www.sefsings.com
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Sef is the musical alias of Christian Fernández Mirón. In 2014 he publishes his first album "Debout" along with his first video "Independencia (hymn)". This and more at www.sefsings.com
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