Rendición Lyrics
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Album | Azabache(2021) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Crust Punk, Post-Hardcore, Post-Metal |
Labels | Violence in the Veins |
Album rating : –
Votes : 0
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9. Rendición (2:56)
Hoy quiero rendirme, dejar de nadar, ahogarme en un vaso y decirte que fue en el mar. Cualquier cosa que te escriba hace herida y sabe a sal; tal vez sea porque no puedo dejar de llorar lágrimas de náufrago, que acaban en el arrabal de mi boca y se desbordan, bautizando cuanto diga en este culto a la derrota. Hoy no me siento capaz de sacar del barro nada que recuerde en algo a una persona. No hay talento en mis manos para retenerte más. ¿Cómo ser mi mejor obra?, la que resista esa mirada, si yo no tengo nada... Vuelvo a los restos de un verso de ayer, a vestir de luto el blanco del papel.
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Surrender
Today I want to surrender, to stop swimming, to drown myself in my glass and tell you that it was the sea. Whatever I write about you hurts and tastes like salt; maybe it's because I can't stop crying my castaway tears that still pool in the suburbs of my mouth and overflow, baptizing everything I say in this cult of defeat. Today I don't feel capable of getting anything out of the mud that reminds a person. There is no talent in my hands to hold you prisoner anymore. How could I be the masterpiece?, the icon that holds your gaze. If I have nothing... I go back to the leftovers of a yesterday's verse, to dress in mourning the papers all white.
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Surrender
Today I want to surrender, to stop swimming, to drown myself in my glass and tell you that it was the sea. Whatever I write about you hurts and tastes like salt; maybe it's because I can't stop crying my castaway tears that still pool in the suburbs of my mouth and overflow, baptizing everything I say in this cult of defeat. Today I don't feel capable of getting anything out of the mud that reminds a person. There is no talent in my hands to hold you prisoner anymore. How could I be the masterpiece?, the icon that holds your gaze. If I have nothing... I go back to the leftovers of a yesterday's verse, to dress in mourning the papers all white.
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Azabache - Lyrics
1. Manifiesto Lyrics | 2. Azabache Lyrics |
3. Fuga Lyrics | 4. Hogueras Lyrics |
5. Pesomuerto Lyrics | 6. Derrota Lyrics |
7. Petricor Lyrics | 8. Apóstata Lyrics |
▶ 9. Rendición Lyrics | 10. Sotavento Lyrics |
11. Galerna Lyrics |
Azabache - Album Credits
Members
- Jorge Urosa : Bass
- Peter Lopez : Drums
- Fernando Lamattina : Guitars, Vocals (track 7)
- Mario C. Vaises : Vocals
Additional musicians
- Carla Pugliese : Bandoneon (track 7)
Other staff
- Tim Engle : Photography
- Iván Ferro : Recording, Mixing, Mastering