Bersuit Vergarabat, formed in 1989 in Buenos Aires, Argentina, is one of th… Read Full Bio ↴Bersuit Vergarabat, formed in 1989 in Buenos Aires, Argentina, is one of the most important Argentine rock bands of the 1990s/2000s.

After 2 albums of underground transgressive rock, the band started mixing it with Latin American rhythms such a cumbia, chacarera, candombe and cuartetazo. The lyrics, though, remained acid and critical of political and social problems.

The current line-up is: Gustavo Cordera (voice), Juan Subirá (keyboards and voice), Carlos Martín (drums), Oscar Righi (guitar), "Pepe" Céspedes (bass guitar and voice), Daniel Suárez (voice), Alberto Verenzuela (guitar), and "Cóndor" Sbarbatti (voice and charango); previous members include Charly Bianco (guitar and voice) and Rubén Sadrinas (voice).

Honoring the psychiatric hospital José Tiburcio Borda in Buenos Aires, La Bersuit performs dressed in characteristic pajamas; even though the story of Cordera spending some time in that institution is a mere urban legend, the band has an affinity with everything related to madness and marginalization.

Besides the big success, first in the Buenos Aires' underground movement and then in all the country, Bersuit Vergarabat harvested fans from many countries in South America as well as in Spain.

Discography

* 1992 - Y Punto
* 1993 - Asquerosa Alegría
* 1996 - Don Leopardo
* 1998 - Libertinaje
* 2000 - Hijos del Culo
* 2002 - De la Cabeza (live)
* 2004 - La Argentinidad al Palo: Se Es, Lo Que Se Es (double)
* 2005 - Testosterona
* 2007 - Enano Ningueto

La Flor De Mis Heridas
Bersuit Vergarabat Lyrics

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Aquella bombacha que fue blanca
Hoy se encuentra casi casi toda negra
Pero es un trofeo de guerra
De muchas incansables maratones
y no pienso devolver esos calzones
Ni tirarlos porque nadie ya los usa
Son el alma verdadera de esta musa
y el ritmo que late en mis canciones

Están guardados en una cajonera
Junto a otros objetos fetiche
y le rindo culto al cocoliche
Al linyerismo voyeur de la borrachera
Junto recuerdos y mil hojas rotosas
Todo manchado por viejas sensaciones
De hermosas corridas y reuniones
Donde podría sucedernos cualquier cosa
El negro Dante transitando en las cornisas
O Valentín empernando en los balcones
y los secuaces de Hugito acovachados
En un rincón atrás de los mirones
El Menduco siempre duro como un perro
y los mareados desmayados por doquier
Las chicas agitando las caderas y calentando
La croqueta de la gente hasta arder
Es la flor de mis heridas
Que se abre cualquier día
y me despierta por las noches
Sudando y extrañándote
Festejos infinitos sin motivo
Quilombos espontáneos de semana
Revueltas furibundas en la cama
Ingestas continuadas sin estilo
Pero todo lo que tuvo que pasar pasó
Siempre uno you otro modo haya pasado
Por eso es que los trastos van guardados
Para que nunca nada se me olvide
y en abierto homenaje a aquellos días
A las noches desbordantes de locura
Evocando increíbles aventuras
Cargo historias de múltiples quilates
Galanes, divas y primates
Psicópatas y locos de remate
Todos mezclados en una misma pieza
Servidos como peces en bandeja
A veces en las noches de mal sueño
O en las tardes de domingo domingueras
Hurgo en los placeres encerrados
Entre prendas y papeles olvidados
y descubro de pronto en mi guarida
Tu sucia bombacha preferida
La huelo muy profundo y cobra vida
Tu fragancia femenina que es la flor de mis heridas
Es la flor de mis heridas
Que se abre cualquier día
y me despierta por las noches
Sudando y extrañándote
Es la flor de mis heridas
Que se abre cualquier día
y me despierta por las noches
Sudando y extrañándote
Es la flor de mis heridas
Que se abre cualquier día
y me despierta por las noches
Sudando y extrañándote
Es la flor de mis heridas
Que se abre cualquier día

y me despierta por las noches
Sudando y extrañándote.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "La Flor De Mis Heridas" by Bersuit Vergarabat describe a sentimental journey of an individual through their past life experiences, with specific emphasis on memories of crazy nights, wild parties, and sexual encounters. The song is written in first person, as the singer reminisces about their life experiences through a collection of souvenirs and keepsakes stored in a drawer. The lyrics talk about a white undergarment that has turned black from use and is considered a trophy of victory from all the wild and intense sex marathons the singer has gone through in their life. They refuse to throw away the undergarment because it represents the true spirit of the singer and sets the rhythm for their songs.

The lyrics also talk about crazy parties, spontaneous uprisings, and sexual activities that happened during those parties. The parties were filled with vibrant activity, from agitating hips to heated arguments, crazed divas, psychopaths, and party-goers struggling with the alcohol flowing through their veins. As they recount their memories, they mention various individuals such as "El Menduco" and "Valentin" who were also present. In the end, though, the singer ends up discovering a forgotten but fragrant undergarment that stirs up memories of a past love, who is the "Flor De Mis Heridas" or the flower of the scars in their life.

Line by Line Meaning

Aquella bombacha que fue blanca
The white panties that were once, have been stained black; they represent a war trophy from countless, relentless sex marathons. They are the true essence of this muse's spirit and the beat that pulses through his music. He will never give them away or throw them out, as they are kept in a drawer with other fetish objects, and worshipped as a symbol of debauchery.

Están guardados en una cajonera
The panties and other fetish objects are kept in a drawer, together with other nostalgic remnants of old feelings, beautiful memories from wild revelries where everything was possible: Dante on the cornices, Valentin screwing on balconies, Hugito's henchmen huddled in a corner behind the voyeurs. The Menduco, perpetual and reliable, the dizzy ones collapsed everywhere, the girls shaking their hips and heating up the crowd to a boiling point.

Es la flor de mis heridas
The flower of his wounds is the reverie that appears at any moment, sweeping him off his feet, causing him to wake in sweat and regret. He is longing for the nights full of inexhaustible celebrations without any cause, spontaneous troublemaking from week to week, passionate bed struggles, meaningless debauchery, but most of all, he longs for You.

Festejos infinitos sin motivo
The infinite festivities are a result of the uproar caused by his debauchery. These celebrations with no reason are spontaneous and free of any responsibility, wild orgies embracing chaos wherever they go.

La huelo muy profundo y cobra vida
During restless nights or somber afternoons on lazy Sundays, he rummages among the pleasures hidden between garments and forgotten papers. Suddenly, he discovers in his hideout your favorite, muddy panties. He takes a deep sniff, and it comes to life; the scent of your feminine fragrance is the flower of his wounds.

Todo manchado por viejas sensaciones
All the objects kept in a drawer, and all the memories from the wild revelries that have gone by, are deeply stained with nostalgia from the old feelings. Beautiful stories of multiple facets combined in the same story, served like fish on a tray, psycopaths, primates, divas, nannies, all mixed together, as vivid and lively in his head like it was yesterday.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GUSTAVO EDGARDO CORDERA, JUAN CARLOS SUBIRA

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