La Señorita Hermafrodita
La señorita hermafrodita no se pinta lo suficiente.
No se quita lo suficiente. no me excita lo que debiera.
Un respeto, por favor, para la simetría, para la aritmética y la geografía.
Los números pares y los plurales, no son populares en tu topografía.
Esos tacones del desprecio, caminando como si detuvieran
El mundo sobre el trapecio: de un lado el infierno, del otro el cielo.
Por la serranía redonda de ronda, he visto tu sombra acercarse.
He pedido otra ronda de sake. me has llamado cobarde
Por no estamparte un beso en la boca.
Pensamiento patético y poético, a estas alturas de noche es normal,
En un animal cuadrúpedo y palmípedo, con instinto mamífero vocacional.
Esos tacones del desprecio, caminando como si detuvieran
El mundo sobre el trapecio: de un lado el infierno, del otro el cielo.
La señorita hermafrodita no se pinta lo suficiente.
No se quita lo suficiente. no me excita lo que debiera.
Esos tacones del desprecio, caminando como si detuvieran
El mundo sobre el trapecio: de un lado el infierno, del otro el cielo.
Ya sé que piensas que no hay excusa que valga,
Espera que se me ocurra algo. ahora que salgo, dejaré una puerta abierta.
The Hermaphrodite Lady
The hermaphrodite lady doesn't wear enough makeup.
Doesn't take off enough. Doesn't excite me as it should.
A little respect, please, for symmetry, for arithmetic and geography.
Even numbers and plurals are not popular in your topography.
Those heels of disdain, walking as if they were stopping
The world on the trapeze: on one side hell, on the other heaven.
Through the round countryside of the roundabout, I've seen your shadow approaching.
I asked for another round of sake. You called me a coward
For not planting a kiss on your mouth.
Pathetic and poetic thought, at this late hour of the night it's normal,
In a quadrupedal and palmipedal animal, with a vocational mammalian instinct.
Those heels of disdain, walking as if they were stopping
The world on the trapeze: on one side hell, on the other heaven.
The hermaphrodite lady doesn't wear enough makeup.
Doesn't take off enough. Doesn't excite me as it should.
Those heels of disdain, walking as if they were stopping
The world on the trapeze: on one side hell, on the other heaven.
I know you think there's no excuse that's worth it,
Wait for me to come up with something. Now that I'm leaving, I'll leave a door open.
Escrita por: Enrique Bunbury