More songs by Ultraligera
Description
In the hotel lobby, she is dressed almost like a theater actress: a lively beret, a cane in her right hand, and a gaze that reads the pages of a fashion magazine better than any headlines. The bar is like a stage: behind her, a pointed duel of glances and laughter, the duchess's sofa serves as a hiding place, and a teacup flies into the climax, as if the applause were untimely. After that, the whole world seems to start dancing in silence, leaving the two on stage - ironically, nervously, and a little like in a movie.
The danger here is not frightening, it is a temptation: to pull out the bullet with a snake-like tongue, to pick it out with your teeth, to enter the frame in slow motion - as the epitome of self-irony. The voices in the background turn the chaos into a farce, and the “hotel massacre” sounds more like a compliment-verdict of the night: loud, funny, and with feeling. This whole mixture is a joke with cinematic intensity, where even violence looks elegant and slightly absurd, like the last toast before dawn.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Al hall del hotel
Entraré con la boina torcida
El bastón en la mano derecha
Un extraño furor de revista
Y tú mi amor esperarás
En la barra del fondo
Detrás de tu escopeta
Apuntándome en la mirilla
Me escondo de un salto detrás
Del sofá de la duquesa
Que bebe té de frambuesa
Tu tiro le rompe la taza
Y todo el mundo empieza a huir
Nos quedamos solos en la sala
Y mientras busco mi arma
Escucho tu risa lejana
Y no pudo evitar sonreír
Sonreír
Si al final me das
Sácame la bala
Con tu lengua de serpiente
Prometo que no voy a agonizar
Si todo lo que hago me sale mal
Pero si soy yo el que te da
Voy a sacarla con los dientes
Prometo que no voy a disfrutar
Solo con mirarte
A cámara lenta saldré
Para ver si te encuentro
Tan ágil como el viento
No puedo creer lo que veo
Sobre el piano del hotel
Desnudos sobre la laca
Tú y el ascensorista
Tan blancos como las teclas
Y sumidos en el placer
Si al final me das
Sácame la bala
Con tu lengua de serpiente
Prometo que no voy a agonizar
Si todo lo que hago me sale mal
Pero si soy yo el que te da
Voy a sacarla con los dientes
Prometo que no voy a disfrutar
Solo con mirarte
Matanza en el hotel
Matanza en el hotel
Matanza en el hotel
Matanza en el hotel
English translation
To the hotel hall
I will enter with the beret crooked
The cane in the right hand
A strange magazine furor
And you my love will wait
In the back bar
Behind your shotgun
Pointing myself in the peephole
I hide with a jump behind
From the duchess's couch
Who drinks raspberry tea
Your shot breaks his cup
And everyone starts running away
We were alone in the room
And while I look for my weapon
I hear your distant laugh
And he couldn't help but smile
smile
If in the end you give me
Take the bullet out of me
With your snake tongue
I promise I won't die
If everything I do goes wrong
But if I am the one who gives you
I'm going to take it out with my teeth
I promise I won't enjoy
Just by looking at you
In slow motion I will go out
To see if I can find you
As agile as the wind
I can't believe what I see
On the hotel piano
Nudes on lacquer
You and the elevator operator
As white as the keys
And immersed in pleasure
If in the end you give me
Take the bullet out of me
With your snake tongue
I promise I won't die
If everything I do goes wrong
But if I am the one who gives you
I'm going to take it out with my teeth
I promise I won't enjoy
Just by looking at you
Massacre in the hotel
Massacre in the hotel
Massacre in the hotel
Massacre in the hotel