Official Music Video
Dragon by Metallica
Lyrics & Translation
English
You don’t actually care
Love for you is no beginning
You’re not really there
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I understand you think you’re above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair
They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination
Oh you think you’re so special
That there’s no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We’re mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below
Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One fucks with
One fucks with
Poor pitiful creature
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we’re a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you’re able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature
To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshippers
We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don’t even see us
You were never caring
You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
You’re way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying
I’m clawing your chest
‘Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples ’til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox
I’m doomed, I’m swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?
The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?
You’re way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
You’re way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying
You’re way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
It’s true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We’re meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh you’re so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
You think I’m a book or a table
You can rest your fuckin’ feet on
When you’re able
The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring
Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Dragon by Metallica
Dragon* (original Metallica)
You don’t actually care
Love for you is no beginning
You’re not really there
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I understand you think you’re above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair
They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination
Oh you think you’re so special
That there’s no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We’re mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below
Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One fucks with
One fucks with
Poor pitiful creature
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we’re a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you’re able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature
To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshippers
We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don’t even see us
You were never caring
You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
You’re way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying
I’m clawing your chest
‘Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples ’til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox
I’m doomed, I’m swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?
The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?
You’re way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
You’re way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying
You’re way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
It’s true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We’re meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh you’re so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
You think I’m a book or a table
You can rest your fuckin’ feet on
When you’re able
The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring
Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?
Dragon (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Realmente no te importa
El amor para ti no es un comienzo
Realmente no estás ahí
Alucinación
Pensé que estabas escuchando
Alucinación
Pensé que estabas escuchando
Alucinación
Entiendo que crees que estás por encima de eso
El sentido adolescente del cielo
La sensación de latidos ondulantes
Las yemas de los dedos recorren tu cabello
Recorren tu cabello
Alucinación
Alucinación
Oh, crees que eres tan especial
Que no hay ley hecha para ti
Vienes y vas como la diosa que eres
Somos meros mortales abajo
Las yemas de los dedos recorren tu cabello
Somos meros mortales abajo
Están destinados a ser peones
Están destinados a ser sirvientes
Están destinados a ser objetos desechables
Con los que uno se mete
Con los que uno se mete
Pobre criatura lastimosa
El ganador en la desilusión
El ganador en el cuidado
El ganador en cada minúsculo método de llevar
Tu corazón en la manga
Una estrella roja de idiotez
La idiotez de un idiota
Mi, mi preocupación por ti
Preocupación por ti
¿Crees que somos un libro
Algún tipo de mesa
Donde puedes apoyar tus pies cuando puedas
Estrella roja de idiotez
La idiotez de un idiota
Mi preocupación por ti
Pobre criatura lastimosa
Para notar el anhelo
La auto-privación
La auto-flagelación de ti
Queridos adoradores
Sí que nos gustas regia
Sí que nos gustas altiva
Sí que nos encanta contemplar tu cuerpo perfecto
El cabello en tus hombros
El olor de tu axila
El sabor de tu vulva y todo lo que hay en ella
Todos te amamos de verdad
Y no tienes significado
Ni siquiera nos ves
Nunca te importó
Ve y haz lo que haces
Lo haces por ti
Nadie existe contigo
Estás muy por encima de preocuparte
Deja un rastro en la estela
Que nadie intenta tomar
Porque esperarte
Pensar en ti
Es otra forma de morir
Es otra forma de morir
Estoy arañando tu pecho
Hasta que tu clavícula sangre
Perforando tus pezones hasta que los muerda
Araño tu cara y muerdo tus hombros
Muy por encima de preocuparse
Muy por encima de preocuparse
Y tu tocadiscos Kotex
Tu tocadiscos Kotex
Estoy condenado, lo juro
Esperándote
En tus tacones altos y camisón
Tu vestido de cuero chirriando
Látex ahora sudando, esperándote
En tu tintura
Tu bata blanca de opio
Tus azulejos blancos ahora se tiñen de rojo
¿Estamos ambos muertos ahora?
El intercambio líquido de nuestro corazón
El intercambio líquido de nuestro corazón
¿Estamos ambos muertos ahora?
Estás muy por encima de preocuparte
Tu corazón en la manga
Una estrella roja de idiotez
La idiotez de un idiota
Mi preocupación
Mi preocupación por ti
Mi preocupación por ti
Estás mucho más allá de preocuparte
Tu corazón en la manga
Una estrella roja de idiotez
La idiotez de un idiota
Mi preocupación por ti
Ajena a preocuparse
Ajena a preocuparse
Ajena a preocuparse
Deja un rastro en la estela
Que nadie intenta tomar
Porque esperarte
Porque pensar en ti
Es otra forma de morir
Estás muy por encima de preocuparte
Ajena a preocuparse
Ajena a preocuparse
Tú, pobre criatura lastimosa
El error de sentir
El que te rechaza es el ganador,
Es verdad
El ganador en la desilusión
El ganador en el cuidado
El ganador en cada minúsculo método de llevar
Tu corazón en la manga
Una estrella roja de idiotez
La idiotez de un idiota
Tu puto corazón en la manga
Mi preocupación por ti
Estábamos destinados a ser peones
Estamos destinados a ser peones
Meros mortales abajo
Destinados a ser sirvientes
Destinados a ser objetos desechables con los que uno se mete
Oh, oh, oh, eres tan especial
Ninguna ley hecha para ti
Vienes y vas como la diosa que eres
Las yemas de los dedos recorren tu cabello
Un corazón ondulante late
Sentimiento
Sentimiento
Qué sentimiento glorioso
Ser tan rechazado
Tan rechazado
La idiotez de un idiota
Mi preocupación por ti
Crees que soy un libro o una mesa
Donde puedes apoyar tus putos pies
Cuando puedas
El sabor de tu vulva, todo lo que hay en ella
El cabello en tus hombros
El olor de tu axila
Sí que te amamos, contemplar tu cuerpo perfecto
Te amamos regia
Te amamos altiva
Ajena a preocuparse
Ajena a preocuparse
Preocuparse
Oh, querida mía
Oh, querida mía
Oh, querida mía
Ajena a preocuparse
¿Estamos realmente muertos ahora?
¿Estamos ambos muertos ahora?
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