4 Jinetes
Con el invierno se terminaron
los renglones de mi cuaderno
y la tinta ya ni pinta
tendría nostalgia de tinta china.
Y escuchar tu risa loca
me parece suficiente inspiración
los zapatos ya no caminan
y ya terminó la próxima canción.
Los 4 jinetes del apoca-monta
no pueden frenar la risa tonta,
es un ataque que terminó en empate
dale balas de plata y que se mate
y escuchar tu reloj... ¡qué risa!
es ir a misa de 6 de la mañana.
Si al final la derrota gana,
me voy al Planeta Corderoy.
Me voy a la esquina a ver si llueve
tomé la alternativa en canal 9.
o se está moviendo el piso,
o es el planeta que se mueve
Si alguien se atreve a venir
o me canso de tanto reír
o tengo el cerebro frito
o repito la misma canción.
Al final todo sigue igual,
al final todo cambia un poco
o tengo el cerebro frito
o tengo el corazón roto
4 Riders
With winter, it all ended
the lines in my notebook
and the ink doesn't even paint
I would miss the Chinese ink.
And hearing your crazy laughter
seems like enough inspiration
doesn't walk in these shoes anymore
and the next song is over.
The 4 riders of the apoca-mount
can't stop the silly laughter,
it's an attack that ended in a tie
give them silver bullets and let them kill each other
and hearing your clock... what a laugh!
it's like going to 6 in the morning mass.
If defeat wins in the end,
I'm going to Planet Corduroy.
I'm going to the corner to see if it rains
took the alternative on channel 9.
either the floor is moving,
or it's the planet that's moving.
If someone dares to come
either I get tired of laughing so much
either my brain is fried
either I repeat the same song.
In the end, everything stays the same,
in the end, everything changes a bit
either my brain is fried
either my heart is broken