Vértigo
Es jueves y ella está cansada
Se sienta algo nublada
Frente al televisor
Inventa utopías literarias
Y cuenta calendarios desde su sillón
Le molesta tanta banalidad
Pero igual se queda así
Le molesta todo en esa maldita ciudad
Pero igual se queda ahí
Jugando siempre
A ser quien no es
Decí hoy
Con cuál de todas tus paredes
Te la vas a poner?
Ella corre, corre, corre
Finge no verte a vos
Ella corré, corré, corré
Y atrás está el reloj
Y le da vértigo, mucho vértigo, tanto vértigo
Es jueves y ella está pasada
Y deja que un extraño le dé calor
Lo mira de reojo mientras duerme
Y deja volar su imaginación
Le molesta toda esa fatalidad
Pero igual se siente así
Le molestan tantas cosas ya
Que es mejor dejarlo ahí
Jugando siempre
Con distinto papel
Decí hoy
Con cuál de todas tus paredes
Te la vas a poner
Ella corre, corre, corre
Finge no verte a vos
Ella corré, corré, corré
Y atrás está el reloj
Y le da vértigo, mucho vértigo, tanto vértigo
Que ya es tarde y la noche
Se te hizo de día
Y en la calle, ya no queda nadie
Que ría con vos
Ella corre, corre, corre
Finge no verte a vos
Ella corré, corré, corré
Como el viento
Y atrás está el reloj
Y le da vértigo, mucho vértigo, tanto vértigo
Vertigo
It's Thursday and she's tired
She sits somewhat cloudy
In front of the TV
Invents literary utopias
And counts calendars from her armchair
She's bothered by so much banality
But still stays like that
Everything bothers her in that damn city
But still stays there
Always playing
To be who she is not
Tell me today
With which of all your walls
Are you going to hit yourself?
She runs, runs, runs
Pretends not to see you
She runs, runs, runs
And behind her is the clock
And she gets dizzy, very dizzy, so dizzy
It's Thursday and she's out of it
And lets a stranger give her warmth
She looks at him sideways while he sleeps
And lets her imagination fly
She's bothered by all that fatality
But still feels like that
So many things bother her already
That it's better to leave it there
Always playing
With a different role
Tell me today
With which of all your walls
Are you going to hit yourself
She runs, runs, runs
Pretends not to see you
She runs, runs, runs
And behind her is the clock
And she gets dizzy, very dizzy, so dizzy
It's late and the night
Turned into day for you
And in the street, there's no one left
To laugh with you
She runs, runs, runs
Pretends not to see you
She runs, runs, runs
Like the wind
And behind her is the clock
And she gets dizzy, very dizzy, so dizzy
Escrita por: Jerónimo Romero / Lautaro Rodriguez Álvarez / Tomas Caso / Agustin Ruiz Panelo / Ignacio Bennatti / Alan Sutton