Ja Ja Je Je (Canción de Cuna Para Kurt Cobain)
Oh, metal de miel
Voy cruzando tu charco de fluido y carne
Ja, ja, je, je, ja, ja, je, je
Odio tu mirar
Hoy si te vuelvo a ver sin ver te voy a odiar
Tiquiñazos al ojo claro sin pestañear
Meta, metal de miel, ¿que dibujás?
Y la escopeta que pega el tiro de la verdad
No te quiero ver el odio terminó
En sus ojos claros hay llanto vivo
Va sin aro de ángel está vivo
Solo disparará
Ja, ja
Corre por correr al diablo
Barro mancha piel sin molestarlo
Las penas del correr ya no lo alcanzan
Debe mucho doler al corazón
Corriendo por correr al diablo
Fisuro el alma entera al caer
Gatillo ya sin Sol le está brillando a el
Y el moquito feliz en la cuchara
Va marcando el cañón de su mirar
Duerme de cabezón pesa en la almohada
Ya no hay que ver
No hay más odio
Ha Ha He He (Lullaby for Kurt Cobain)
Oh, honey metal
I'm crossing your puddle of fluid and flesh
Ha, ha, he, he, ha, ha, he, he
I hate your look
Today if I see you again without seeing you I will hate you
Ticking in the clear eye without blinking
Meta, honey metal, what are you drawing?
And the shotgun that fires the shot of truth
I don't want to see you, the hate is over
In her clear eyes there is lively crying
He goes without an angel ring, he is alive
It will only shoot
Ha ha
Run for the devil's sake
Mud stains skin without disturbing it
The pains of running no longer reach him
It must hurt the heart a lot
Running for the devil's sake
I crack my entire soul when I fall
Trigger now without Sun is shining for him
And the happy booger on the spoon
He is marking the barrel of his gaze
He sleeps with his head down, weighing down his pillow
There is no need to see anymore
There is no more hate