Wild puppets
We love you so
Dolls made of wax and cotton.
Wild puppets
We love you so
Dolls made of silk, never rayon.

The sun in your blue face,
Hoy pudiste besar al UFO
A tu mínima edad
Eres feliz el resto búhos

El ... de cristal
Que huele a desodorante
Un foco iluminará
these beautiful animals.

I haven’t seen you again
since that afternoon
que nos citamos in Hawaii.
It was raining cats and dogs over the avenue,
we ordered tea and croissants,
your cold hands, your wet face,
you said goodbye without a word.
I didn’t know and asked you why,
you didn’t reply, me hiciste pucheros,
and you didn’t let me kiss you.
To avoid getting angry, I looked at those paintings
that looked like Gauguin,
you remained silent,
you seemed to be looking for
the future in the teacup,
Then you left and I still don’t know the reason why,
I haven’t see you again,
since that afternnoon
que nos citamos en Hawaii,
tu me querias,
yo te queria,
no he vuelto a quedar en Hawaii,
no he vuelto a verte,
desde aquella tarde,
que nos citamos en Hawaii,
tu me querias,
yo te queria,
no he vuelto a quedar en Hawaii.

The car wasn’t a bad place,
the night turned out to be perfect.
That Roxy Music song was the sign.

Your skin melded with my skin
and Bryan Ferry said, "Ok".
That Roxy Music song was what did it.

On the back of the hood
while the radio was playing,
that Roxy Music song was the detonator.

And a whole world emerged
between my tongue and your lipstick.
That Roxy Music song was you saying yes.

That Roxy Music song
was what started our great love,
which lasted until dawn
and then, it was all over.

We decided not to ask
about names or sex or age:
that Roxy Music song was the sign.

Hicimos un cuento de miel,
with no future to believe in:
that Roxy Music song was what did it.

Today, I almost applaud your reaction,
when you saw the sun come up:
that Roxy Music song suddenly went quiet.

And the memory started to come alive,
a little in you and a little in me:
that Roxy Music song exists for a reason.

That Roxy Music song
was what started our great love,
which lasted until dawn
and then, it was all over.

Let me get in on your game,
the city’s a board,
the rounds are almost
always played at night.

And we all know what the prize is,
we all know what the prize is,
we all know that the prize,
the prize is you, yeah, you,
the prize is you, oh, you,
the prize is you.

Let me get in on your game,
the city’s a board,
the rounds are almost
always played at night.

And we all know what the prize is,
we all know what the prize is,
we all know the prize,
the prize is you, yeah, you,
the prize is you, oh, you,
the prize is you.

Let me get in on your game,
the city’s a board,
the rounds are almost
always played at night.

And we all know what the prize is,
we all know what the prize is,
we all the know the prize,
the prize is you, yeah, you,
the prize is you, oh, you,
the prize is you.

Let me get in on your game,
the city’s a board,
the rounds are almost
always played at night.

And we all know what the prize is,
we all know what the prize is,
we all the know the prize,
the prize is you, yeah, you,
the prize is you, oh, you,
the prize is you.

Solitude enfolds that girl
que está en la barra medio tirada,
pendiente sólo de su pensamiento
que el diablo sabe en dónde está.

The poppys don’t even look at her and if they do,
sólo critican con ironía,
but that girl stays in her own galaxy
la mar de triste, although you wouldn’t know it from her expression

She looks like a teddy bear
that someone rescued from the trash.
They step on her without meaning to and she doesn’t react.
She’s got no bones, she’s made of cotton.

Qué terrible balance estará haciendo
if she’s not even twenty yet.
Everyone seems to be having fun
and so does she, although you wouldn’t know it from her expression.

Don’t ask yourself about that girl,
it’s all a lie, she’s only acting.
Today, its Janis Joplin’s turn
and she takes her role very seriously.

People are just bit players in ther life,
which she recycles at every moment.
You’d have to see her without her make-up,
she’s so different, although you wouldn’t know it from her expression.

The day before yesterday’s when I met you
and today, I’m starting to discover you.
Tomorrow drips down through your wings
and drenches my inspiration.

It’s a childish game
guessing my future,
quemo recuerdos en la plaza,
no más degeneración.

Vives en una ciudad de mi infancia
con mi imagen de la próxima semana,
sonríes sin poder reconocerme
and your circuits want
to recycle courtships of love,
to recycle courtships of love.

You live in some corner of my memory
with that guy who just won an Oscar
for managing to go unrecognised by
your psychoelectric cells that
want to play the love game today,
want to play the love game today.

Es un juego infantil
adivinar mi futuro,
quemo recuerdos en la plaza,
no más degeneración.

Vives en una ciudad de mi infancia
con mi imagen de la próxima semana,
sonríes sin poder reconocerme
y tus circuitos desean
reciclar cortejos de amor,
reciclar cortejos de amor.

There are girls who play with hoops
in empty gyms.
There are girls who look at your world
through distant prisms.
There are girls who live in towers
without a staircase.
There are girls de cristal bohemio
with violet eyes.
There are girls born in stories
from your earliest childhood.
There are girls who dream your dream
for a few seconds.
There are girls who ride on horseback
through silk deserts.
There are girls who look like mutants
but they’re only dolls.
The Inter Girls are for you,
the Inter Girls are just for you.
There are girls who get off at the burger joint
on a neighbouring planet.
There are girls who listen to soft rock
while sitting on their boyfriends.
There are girls who look like gammas
and they’ll never be betas.
There are girls who specialise
in destroying your hysteria.
The Inter Girls...

She was born in the 60s in the city of Osaka
and counts Mr. Tanaka among her relatives. Her brother left home with Yukio Mishima
and ended up committing suicide near Hiroshima.

Today, she’s living in Madrid and studying our language.
She thinks that good prosody’s not to be sniffed at.
She spends her nights up to her neck en Rockola
and listens to avant-garde pop on her Sanyo [record player].

My sweet geisha’s extremely lovable,
She’s got two slanted peepers that smile when she looks.
She likes raw fish and knows martial arts
and her amorous behaviour’s very imaginative.

She sometimes talks to me when we’re in bed
about her childhood walks under Mount Fuji.
She also tells me about pretty pocket robots
que regiran occidente con un nuevo

She’s sweet, inmutable and very patriotic,
she knows that there’s an idiot hiding in every European,
who needs affection, light and guidance,
and that’s the sun that renace la única vía

My sweet geisha’s extremely lovable...

Myths, women, greyhounds and cities,
muses, painters, cats and novels,
queens, bankers, fairies and students,
discos, stars, robots and Japanese girls.

They’ve got something mysterious
that scared Leonardo and Amiel,
que sólo las minorías understand
que hizo a Warhol esposo de su cassette

Synths, hoteles, ants and serpents,
Indians, dolls, films and videos,
comics, magazines, bunk beds on trains,
household appliances and sequencers.

They’ve got something mysterious
that scared Leonardo and Amiel,
that only minorities understand,
que hizo a Warhol esposo de su cassette