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| Siete Metros | Seven Metres |
| Me colgué de tu mirada, me resbalé en tu nariz Y salté de la catapulta de tu quijada Después de echarme un chapuzón entre tus labios Sin más locomoción que la imaginación Fui a parar a tu cuello y de tu cuello a tu blusa Y me colé por el orificio de un botón Después de echarle un buen vistazo al corazón En alas de un avión que es pura ilusión Y ya dentro de tu blusa, fui bordeando tu figura Midiendo beso a beso la extensión de tu estatura Y tropecé con un cinturón que se ajustaba a tu cintura Que me devolvió a mi posición a siete metros de tu ubicación Coro: Y yo que no sé cómo te llamas ni tu edad Dónde vives, cómo piensas, si compartes tu humedad Heme aquí como pirata hurgando tu intimidad A siete metros de tu integridad Derrapé por tu ombligo, fui a parar hasta el fondo Y salí con la ayuda de un frágil vello Mientras buscaba una manera De burlar tu cinturón con pura imaginación Soñando, me hice un microbio y pasé sin agacharme Y me deslumbró tu ropa interior Y cuando estaba a punto de encontrarte Me interrumpió un mesero: «¿Le sirvo otro igual?» Tráigame un wiskey doble y siéntase el dueño de mi desgracia Estaba a punto de hallarla cuando usted me interrumpió Y volteé para verla y ella ya no estaba ahí Y me quede como siempre a siete metros de la realidad Coro × 2 |
I hung from your look, I slid on your nose And I leapt from the catapult of your jaw After taking a dip between your lips With no more motion than my imagination I ended up at your neck and from your neck at your blouse And I slipped through a buttonhole After taking a good look at your heart On the wings of an airplane that is pure illusion And now inside your blouse, I went along the edge of your figure Measuring kiss by kiss the extent of your stature And I came across a belt that was fitted to your waist That returned me to my position at seven metres from your location Chorus: And I that does not know your name or your age Where you live, how you think, if you share your moisture Am here like a pirate delving into your privacy At seven metres from your integrity I skidded by your navel, I ended up in the depths And I got out with the help of fragile hair While I was looking for a way Of circumventing your belt with pure imagination Dreaming, I became a microbe and passed through without bending down And your underwear dazzled me And when I was on the point of meeting you A waiter interrupted me: “Same again?” Bring me a double whiskey and consider yourself the master of my misfortune I was on the point of discovering her when you interrupted me And I turned round (in order) to see her and she was no longer there And I was left as always at seven metres from reality Chorus × 2 |