Pagan Images/ Imágenes Paganas (From the album Locura, 1985)

I come tired of being singing in the fog
In the autopista nearby the sea
there are gipsies
they go celebrating an unknown rite
My own gods are not here anymore
Mirages
a whirlpool mixes the kisses and the absence
Pagan images
undress themselves in dreams
In the mirror, traveling reflexes
a sentimental blackout (?)
the route pass
They come back the desire and the anxiety
of this body
My mouth wants to pronounce the silence
A whirlpool...

Sins for two/ Pecado para dos (From Locura, 1985)

Body, body
Fire fire
Ours
serum serum (? I'm not sure if it's serum or soil)
Owner owner
Ours
We are sick
Body fire
Ours
Allied hell
Silence
For you
Body fire
Ours
Sins for two today
Thet were gave in the darkness
Motives to confess
Crimes in the intimacy
Thingies out of place

Quick Surrender (From Locura, 1985)

Reminding your expression
I wish again
those heating nights
full of anxiety
suffocated by the sleep and pressure
I look for a body to love
the distance is losing its density
Soon surrender please
I can be estimulated with music and alcohol
but I get excited more
when it's with you
I feel all unreal

Honey moon in the hand/ Una luna de miel en la mano (From the album Locura,1985)

Your imagination programs me live
I arrive flying andI throw myself over you
I jump in the music, I come in inside your body
Comet Halley, copula and fantasy
Yours, yours, honey moon
your mother won't intercept me
Perfect, beautiful, quick, bright.
Honey candies in your hands
I promise you an ideal meeting
Adoring the vitality
Joy, yours, honey moon.

Without disguise/ Sin Disfraz (From Locura, 1985)

Sometimes I go where the evil governs
It's my place I arrive without disguise
For a minute I leave the frac
And I undress myself in the spiritual
to love
As if I were a liar and nudist
In taxi I go, Hotel Savoy
and we dance
And I don't know if it's today, yesterday or tomorrow
It was yesterday, It remains the odour
of that brunet and sensual skin
Fragrant
and today I dress up demode and normal
I don't care to seem vulgar
As if I were...

Circular destiny/ Destino Circular (From Locura, 1985)

Today, without wanting it
I left you locked for the third time
You, doubtless,
broke me the door to escape
No, it's no casual
My computer is not able to decode
that your pleasure is to be caught by
who's gonna catch you
It's a circular destiny
that turns in the same place
I don't want to keep
I want to go out free
Today without wanting
I left you confined fo the third time
You, without a doubt
broke me the door to scape
No, it's not casual
My computer is not able to decipher
that your pleasure
Is to be caught by who's gonna catch you
It's a circular destiny
that rotates in the same place
I don't want to keep on
I want to be free.

Happy Joyful/ Dicha Feliz (From Locura, 1985)

You're not laughing anymore
You're not joking any more
You come back to me and I feel another joy
One more and how many are they?
I'm so happy so the joyful invades my happiness
I'm feeling good of body and soul
I change the channel and see a moto
Chocolate, washing soap
The woman shows me her teeth
Transmiting her love
It makes me happy
and the joyful invades my happiness
I'm feeling good of body and soul
You're not laughing anymore
Not joking anymore
You come back to me and I feel another joyful
One more joyful and how many are they?
I'm so happy
That the joyful invades my happiness
I'm feeeling good of body and soul
You're not laughing anymore
You're not joking anymore

Common places/ Lugares comunes (From the album Locura, 1985)

We'll discover together, you and I
With the time back
The abysmal universe
The fantasies we're going to reach
If you want to taste
Or simply start
But please, don't break my heart
for vanity
Don't cut the ilussion of the ideal
I don't know if I feel pain
Or you mitigate it to me
But I can't understand the reality

Discardable Love/ Amor Descartable (From the album Relax, 1984)

To find you in some place
although it's too late
so many hatings to heal, so much discardable love
To listen you by my side talking
although we're distantes
The world is so sensual-less
that it couldn't lighten me
You're my obsession
I'd like to catch you
You're my destruction
I can't stop thinking
I have to order
this confussion
I want to be free for a new love

I can program myself/ Me puedo programar (From the album Relax, 1984)

I can be and not connect
I can look and no to register
I can give without waiting
I can joke with the reality
We go controlling the feelings
We learn to play
When I feel tranquility
I don't hesitate so much, I don't suffer so much
when I get tired and see wrong
It aches me more not to have found you
we go controling the feelings
we laearn to play
Oh oh I can program myself
Oh oh tuning the dial
Oh oh I'm doing it right
Oh oh I feel functional

I take what I find/ Tomo lo que encuentro (From Locura, 1985)

I didn't imagine you were so le lush (?)
your kiss on the glass left marked the rouge (rouge means lipstick, you know)
I don't care anything in questions of love
I take what I find
I feel a bit better
The airplane already took off
with destination to Nueva York
It's a pleasure travel
Rented for...

Meeting in the musical river/Encuentro en el río musical (From Superficies de Placer, 1988)

Relax, smile fugacious
My astral body will take your being
Uncertain passion grows up in my soul
Presenting an ideal listener
This love will save us from everything
even from the evil there's in the pleasure
I will prolong my blue sound
through the speakers I'll go after you
You'll decode all the enigmas
that the river leaves passing by
Necklaces of dangers I'll disarm
your beads will fall in the desert
The musical river
Washing your attention
Generated a place to meet us...

Wadu-Wadu (Del álbum Wadu-Wadu de 1981)

You're passing me by
Horrible depression
You're too stressed
You lost reason
The days are passing by
and you keep on always in the same way
I'm going to take you away from the level you're in
This saturday at night
I'll go after you
to dance a wadu-wadu
that's going to like you
I promise to invite you a lot of times more
All the time wadu-wadu
that's going to re-relax you

Heavy Reality/ Densa Realidad (From the album Wadu-Wadu, 1981)

I don't want to see my city
with that determined
Black, greys, and blue dominate streets
They aren't worth for anything
I don't want to see my city
raising the head
receiving the rock
stimulating newest styles
for practising together
new forms of face
this heavy reality oh