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Without Startles

Soda Stereo

Sin Sobresaltos

Acaso pensabas sentarte
A ver la lluvia de meteoritos
Desde tu cama
Querías un paraíso
De niños prodigios
Algo de blanca
Algo de fama

Es inútil tomarte en serio
Imagino que siempre hay un reino
Para destronar
Y luego, olvidar

Perdón, pero alguien gritó
Alguien lloró
Realidad y ficción

Es un absurdo diseño de pensamientos
Nube di-toxica sin dirección
Nadie perturbará tus sueños querida
Todo esta justo
Todo estudiado
Equilibrado

Perdón, pero alguien gritó
Alguien lloró
Realidad o ficción

No podrás cenar sin tu noticiero
No podrás hacer tu digestión
Sin sobresaltos

Acaso pensabas sentarte
A ver la lluvia de meteoritos
Desde tu cama
Es inútil tomarte en serio
Imagino que siempre hay un reino para destronar
Y luego, olvidar

Perdón, pero alguien gritó
Alguien lloró
Realidad y ficción

No podrás meter tus manos en el cenicero
No podrás vaciar tu cargador
Sin sobresaltos

Sin sobresaltos
Sin sobresaltos
Sin sobresaltos
Sin sobresaltos
Sin sobresaltos
Sin sobresaltos
Sin sobresaltos
Sin sobresaltos

Without Startles

Perhaps you were thinking of sitting down?
Let's see the meteor shower
From your bed
You wanted a paradise
Of child prodigies
Something white
Some fame

It's useless to take you seriously
I guess there is always a kingdom
To dethrone
And then, forget

Sorry, but someone shouted
Someone cried
Reality and fiction

It is an absurd design of thoughts
Di-toxic cloud without direction
No one will disturb your dreams, dear
Everything is right
All studied
Balanced

Sorry, but someone shouted
Someone cried
Fact or fiction

You won't be able to have dinner without your newscast
You won't be able to digest
Without any surprises

Perhaps you were thinking of sitting down?
Let's see the meteor shower
From your bed
It's useless to take you seriously
I guess there is always a kingdom to dethrone
And then, forget

Sorry, but someone shouted
Someone cried
Reality and fiction

You won't be able to put your hands in the ashtray
You won't be able to empty your charger
Without any surprises

Without any surprises
Without any surprises
Without any surprises
Without any surprises
Without any surprises
Without any surprises
Without any surprises
Without any surprises

Escrita por: Gustavo Cerati / Zeta Bosio