#galegoblr

*achégase ao altofalante*

*pequeno pitido de retroalimentación*

"Galegues do tumblr, escoitade!! Só teño unha cousa que dicir aquí e agora"

*pausa dramática*

"FELICIANO!!!"

1. feito a man (handmade)

We're on fashion, everything's handmade

You come dribbling, where do you want to go?

We're on fashion, everything's handmade

The fabric dries under the sun, you'll have to wait

(×2)

Just the cooking point, it's never overcooked

For it to taste good you have to know how to spice it

Just the cooking point, it's never overcooked

For it to taste good you have to know how to spice it

The hour doesn't matter, what-

The table's laid and everything's clear, clear-

2. arderse (burn oneself/(it) burns)

Where do dreams go when the sun turns on?

Where my small eyes and this life of mine

When in my chest it's the blackout's turn

I'll put the calm, you the stampedes

What happens with the eco of this voice?

Loses the rythym that already dances with the past

I don't want again the time that went away

In an arm wrestle with the pulse, who would've won?

Close the door when you're gone

That my extra hours escape away

Close the door when you're gone

That my extra hours escape way

Close the door when you're gone

Close-

Will you close the door or what?

In your clocks I cannot see

The meteorite skin and the iceberg body

I want to see myself in a stranded time

While you take a look at the sky

We've already passed

And spin, it spins, the truth is a lie

I only know that now's nighttime and tomorrow's daytime

That the hair grows, that wounds heal

That the time that passds, you call it life

And spins, it spins, the truth is a lie

I only know that the stars even dead still shine

That the land that shakes stays asleep

That time burns and burns my life

(that it spins, that it spins)

(that it spins, that it spins)

In your clocks I cannot see myself

The meteorite skin and the iceberg body

I wanna see myself inna stranded time

While you take a look at the sky-

Burning my axis, burning my cart

Burning who I was, who I am, the past

(×3)

Burning my axis, burning my cart-

In your clocks I cannot see myself

The meteorite skin and the iceberg body

I wanna see myself in a stranded time

While you look at the sky...

(Let time burn...)

^English ver.