As for the influences of his early work, include bands like Sonic Youth or Smashing Pumpkins. According to an interview for Casa America, Manuel Cabezalí talks about how his transition from English to Spanish was influenced by Soda Stereo and in particular the figure of its leader, Gustavo Cerati. In the last discs of the band a change towards much harder and obscure sounds is appreciated, with influences of bands like Kyuss, QOTSA, The Cure.
Viernes
Havalina Lyrics
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De las noches que has pasado junto a mi ventana
calculando mal
el tamaño de la piedra que haría falta.
Otro viernes más
enfundada en un pijama gris.
el hermoso arco iris de los charcos.
Otro viernes más
te preguntas dónde espera el olor de las aceras.
Extraño encontrar mañana cosas que olvidaste hoy
The lyrics of Havalina's song "Viernes" (Friday) tell the story of a person who is reflecting on their past Friday night, spent alone in their apartment. The person talks about the nights they spent near the window, trying to calculate the size of the stone they needed to throw in order to break the glass. The person is stuck in a routine, living the same night over and over, wearing their grey pajamas every time. The lyrics then describe the beauty of the rainbow that forms from the puddles on the street, reminding the person of the simple joys they can find in life.
The chorus of the song talks about the person questioning who they are, and wondering where the smell of the streets comes from. They reflect on the fact that sometimes they forget things, and then find them again the next day. The song ends on a note of hopelessness, with the person wondering what the point of it all is.
Overall, the lyrics of "Viernes" paint a portrait of someone who is stuck in a rut, going through the motions of life without really knowing why. They are searching for meaning and purpose, but finding it difficult to break out of their routine.
Line by Line Meaning
Háblame de ti.
Tell me about yourself.
De las noches que has pasado junto a mi ventana
About the nights you spent by my window.
Calculando mal el tamaño de la piedra que haría falta.
Miscalculating the size of the rock needed.
Otro viernes más enfundada en un pijama gris.
Another Friday dressed in a grey pajama.
El hermoso arco iris de los charcos.
The beautiful rainbow of puddles.
Y ahora queda preguntar otra vez quién soy.
Now I have to ask myself again who I am.
Otro viernes más te preguntas dónde espera el olor de las aceras.
Another Friday you ask yourself where the smell of the pavements waits.
Extraño encontrar mañana cosas que olvidaste hoy.
Strange to find tomorrow the things you forgot today.
Contributed by Savannah S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.