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Songs by albumLyrics & Music: Edgar Ricardo Arjona Morales
| Su Menester | Your Need |
| Amo el sintoma de vida que es buscar Porque muerte es igual que conformarse. Lo inestable me ha llevado a improvisar Y lo estable siempre huele a establecerse Amo el amor del marinero de ese que besa y se va. Amo esos besos guerrilleros aunque traigan soledad. Amo el riesgo que me agita cuando juego al escondite. Amo lo que quieras darme aunque sea la mitad Coro: Y meto al saco lo que digo O al cajón de los olvidos Si es así su menester Quizás hablo por herido Y eso me hace un enemigo Si así usted lo quiere ver La infidelidad querido amigo Nunca va ser otra cosa Que serle fiel a los sentidos Leo el texto que gravita en reuniones Persignados con talentos de faquir Amparados en las letras de canciones Que aniquilan tantas ganas de huir Veo miradas que se buscan pa' robarse una aventura. Veo parejas que no ajustan y se tragan la tortura. ¿Quién está pa' penitente de un fiscal en el espejo? Quien esconde lo que siente se olvida que va pa' viejo Coro |
I love the symptom of life that seeking is Because death is the same as conforming. The unstable has led me to improvise And the stable always smells of settling down I love the sailor's love of the one who kisses and leaves. I love those guerrilla kisses although they bring loneliness. I love the risk that excites me when I play hide and seek. I love what you want to give me although it might be half(?) Chorus: And I put what I say in a bag Or the drawer of forgotten things If such is your need Maybe I speak out of hurt And that makes me an enemy If that is how you want to see it Infidelity, dear friend It is never going to be anything other Than being faithful to the senses I read the text that goes round in meetings Crossed(?) with a fakir's talents Sheltered in the lyrics of songs That annihilate so many desires to run away I see looks that seek each other out in order to steal an affair. I see couples who are unmatched and put up with the torture. Who is for being the penitent of a prosecutor in the mirror? Whoever hides what he feels, forgets that he is acting like an old man Chorus |