A keresés eredménye

Late (without damages to third parties)

Versions: #1
Exactly now
you barge into my life
with your perfect body and killer eyes.
late as always,
luck finally strikes.
 
You were with him,
and I was with her,
pretending to be happy out of desperation,
not holding onto our dreams
out of fear of being alone.
 
But we arrived late,
I saw you and you saw me,
we recognized each other right away,
but too late.
damn the hour
that I found what I dreamed of,
too late.
 
To dream and miss you so much without actually having you,
so much inventing you,
So much searching for you through the streets like a crazy man,
without finding you.
being foolish
out of despair,
confusing love with company.
and that idiotic fear of finding yourself old and without a partner,
makes you choose with your head matters of the heart.
and I don't have anything against them,
my rage is against time
for putting you next to me,
too late.
 
Wanting to run away

Loving you

Loving you is not the best, I know for sure
With there being so many things to do, less traumatic
Like finding shapes in the clouds
Or going to the cinema or doing nothing
 
Loving you is not the best, but I like it
Maybe I'm playing masochist as always
Instead of distracting myself with football
or with the internet like everyone does.
 
Loving you is not the best, but it's perfect
To find some sense in this routine
Of only being just a citizen forever
Just one more.
 
Loving you will make me suffer, such good luck
To remind me that I exist and I feel
To have something to think about every night
To live.
 
Loving you is a poison that gives life
It's a torch that lights up if it gets turned off
It's the sublime with the idiocy
It's what I feel and who cares
 
Loving you is the most decietful truth
It's the best of the worst that has happened to me
It's russian roulette for a kiss
It's the same old thing improvised
 
Loving you is a mistake, a friend says
That thinks being happy is being free
And loses the nuance that uncertainty gives
Loving you.
 
Is the embassy of a instant in my brain
Is also having hated you a couple of times
Loving you is an absurd and we know it
And it will be so, while it lasts.
 

Time in a bottle

If I could stop time
And see the past
If yesterday were today, and today yesterday,
if I could see you again
 
If a bottle could save time
And I could go to it whenever I'm sad
I'd try to find one of the days of the past
In the hopes of finding you
 
And here I am looking for the past
I who doesn't find the present
Time so that I may go
to it whenever I want
 
I'd search in the bottle for your smile
and for your way of traveling throughout the world
If a bottle could save time
If a bottle could save the days of the past
I'd try to see you again
 
And here I am trying to find yesterday
Something I can't today
Time so that I may go
to it whenever
 

To You

Versions: #2
To you I am talking to you,
to you who doesn't listen
To you, with what you have in excess
you could give me light to light up the days
 
To you who plays to win over me
when you know well that I have lost everything
To you I am talking to you
even though you don't care what I'm saying
 
To you I am talking to you
Although it's a waste of time
To you that has gone far past
the rigor of cries and melancholy
 
If I never told the truth
it's because the truth was always a lie
To you I am talking to you
although you don't give a damn about what I'm saying
 
To you who didn't have the courage to fight for yourself
To you who consoles yourself covering up with Channel
the traces of my kisses
You have nothing left
You have nothing left
Nothing
 
To you who for spite is thinking with your feet
To you who left me alone including when you were in my company
You have nothing left, you have nothing left
Nothing
 
To you I am talking to you
so deaf and resigned
To you who sleeps with your pride
and you let yourself be touched with you cheap resentment
 
To you who likes to be a matyr
handing out faults that are only yours
To you I am talking to you
because no one else understand better what I am telling you
 
To you who didn't have the courage to fight for yourself
To you who consoles yourself covering up with Channel
the traces of my kisses
You have nothing left
You have nothing left
Nothing
 
To you who for spite is thinking with your feet
To you who left me alone including when you were in my company
You have nothing left, you have nothing left
Nothing
 
You have nothing left and at least I have left
This incurable syndrome of loving you so much
 
To you who didn't have the courage to fight for yourself
To you who consoles yourself covering up with Channel
the traces of my kisses
You have nothing left
You have nothing left
 

minutes

Versions: #2
the clock on the wall
says that it is 6:23
and the present is an athlete without feet
it is already 6:43
and the corpse of the passed minute
says to me 'So you live here whether you like it or not'
and the nostalgia puts a house in my head
and gives six fifty
 
who told you that I
am the dream you once dreamed
who told you
turn around my future upside down
now it is 7:16
and the corpse of the minute passed
says to me your strategy ruined you
nothing remains but to learn to live alone
if you have guts left (translators note: the term guts refers to strength or nerve)
 
the house is not another house
that a grave yard of stories
enters in pits
that others call memories
 
(chorus)
Minutes,
that are salt in the wound
are passing my life
spending the clock
Minutes,
they are the morgue of time,
the corpses of moments
that don't ever return
there is no clock that can turn things back
 
what hurts spends
the instant in which you are not there
what is the cost to struggle
now it is 9:23
and the corpse of the passed minute,
makes fun of my desire to kiss
the photo that you left in the drawer (specifically dresser drawer)
 
My loneliness is your revenge
the minister of time
put your seat on my pillow
there you encounter moments
that mean nothing at all
 
(chorus)
Minutes,
that are salt in the wound
are passing my life
spending the clock
Minutes,
they are the morgue of time,
the corpses of moments
that don't ever return
there is no clock that can turn things back
 
minutes that mock me,
minutes with the fury of the sea,
minutes pass that don't go anywhere,
minutes with rain of salt,
minutes with fire on the skin,
minutes that are outsiders and that come and go without saying,
minutes that hurt me without you,
minutes that don't hit pension,
minutes that when dying will form the battalion of yesterday,
minutes that rob the light,
minutes that oxidize my faith,
minutes tenants of time as long as they last,
minutes that enjoy dying,
minutes that don't go anywhere,
minutes that crash into me...
are the kamikaces of God (kamikaces referring and comparing to the kamikaces warriors of Japan in WWII)
 

I'm really not alone

I have a coffee with your absence
and I light a cigarette for the nostalgia
I give your empty space a kiss on the neck
I play a game of chess with your story
And I caress the back of your memory seducing the pair of blue shoes that you forgot
 
And I chat about politics with your toothbrush
with vision so analytical like when you regret something
I'm really not alone, who told you that you left
If I still find you cooking some memory in the kitchen
or in the shade that the curtain draws
 
im really not alone, who told you that you left
since one isn't where the body is, but rather where your most missed
and here your missed so much
 
your still here, without you, with me
who's with you if your not even there?
I talk with your stockings
and I prepare a croissant for your memory
while I scratch the knee of this life, without life
 
I sing a song to nothing
and I laugh at the melancholy
while I zip up your dress just because
feeling so many things
 
I'm really not alone
Alone are you that's with me
and you didn't leave with you
i'm really not alone, who told you that you left if I still find you cooking some memory in the kitchen or in the picture the curtains shade drew
 
i'm really not alone who told you that you left?
since one is not where the body is but rather where your most missed
and here your missed so much
 
i'm really not alone, who told you that you left
if you carried with your body but not with your memory
and your memory is here with me
 
your still here, without you, with me
who's with you if your not even there?
 

by loving you so much

By loving you so much
my heart skipped a beat one winter day
a puddle of tears wet my loneliness
by loving you to so much I forgot about me
 
By dreaming so much of you
one day I woke up and saw your absence
on one side of the bed that wasn't wrinkled
by dreaming so much of you I forgot about me
 
By looking for you so much
I ended up not finding me
I ended up lost in the street of sorrow
by looking for you so much i forgot about me
 
by thinking so much of you
I was left without a reason to forget you
you left the door to my future locked under key
by thinking so much of you I forgot about me
 
by loving you so much, by dreaming of you so much,
by looking for you so much, by thinking of you so much,
m life passed and I didn't even notice
 
on cold nights
the interrogation is a recurrence
if it's been worth it waiting for you to return
by loving you so much i forgot to live
 
by loving you so much, by dreaming of you so much,
by looking for you so much, by thinking of you so much,
I let my life pass
and I didn't even notice.
 
by loving you so much I've resigned to live alone
the empty space you left will never be filled by anyone
even though if by loving you so much
I even forgot about you
 

S.O.S. Rescue Me

I am eating poorly and sleeping worse
Love has let me down
My eyes are haggard
My pants fit me so loosely that
The belt could go around me twice
I lost twenty-five pounds
It's been twenty-five days since we've seen each other
Where am I going to end up?
 
My body's in bad shape, and my soul is doing worse
This is what I inherited from your love
I have a hard time sleeping
I forgot how to smile
My body is a bundle of nerves
Nineteen cigarettes in a row
They say nicotine is bad
But loneliness is even worse
 
S.O.S. rescue me
It's impossible to live without you
Warning, heart: danger!
This life is no life without you
S.O.S rescue me
It's impossible to live without you
The future next to you was my friend
Now that you are not here it's my nemesis
 
How I miss you
Even the mirror has gotten cloudy
Without your reflection
My story's over since you left
I wait for you in vain, I know you won't come
The house's a mess, and the rent is a threat
A report says I'm in default
I feel something in my cheeks
Something, I don't know, ticklish
I cried yet again
 
S.O.S. rescue me
It's impossible to live without you
Warning, heart: danger!
This life is no life without you
S.O.S rescue me
It's impossible to live without you
The future next to you was my friend
Now that you are not here it's my nemesis
 
S.O.S. rescue me
It's impossible to live without you
Warning, heart: danger!
This life is no life without you
 
How I miss you
Even the mirror has gotten cloudy
Without your reflection
 

How Can I Forget You?

So the USSR doesn't exist anymore
So María is getting married
So Juan's wife
Debuted as someone else's lover
 
So the rent went up
You're putting your car up for sale
And in El Salvador
The war is over now
And amidst so many news
And neighborhood gossip
You always end up being
What is most important
Even though wanting to forget you
Is my philosophy
I carry you with me
As if you were a sticker
 
How can I forget you,
When you are everywhere?
In the smile of a child
In the routine of an old man
In the song of the radio
How can I forget you,
If I carry you with me?
Like a kangaroo does with its offspring,
Like the sun brings the day,
Like a tattoo.
How can I forget you,
If you are part of everything?
 
So Mario, the one by the corner,
He turned out to be a cross-dresser
And Gorbachev bought
A ticket to history
And Hussein is getting prepared
Cuba is not going to yield
And Marta's son
Barely escaped from death!
And amidst so many news
And neighborhood gossip
You always end up being
What is most important
Even though wanting to forget you
Is my philosophy
I carry you with me
As if you were a sticker
 
How can I forget you,
When you are everywhere?
In the smile of a child
In the routine of an old man
In the song of the radio
How can I forget you,
If I carry you with me?
Like a kangaroo does with its offspring,
Like the sun brings the day,
Like a tattoo.
How can I forget you...?
 
How can I forget you
When you are anywhere I am?
In the smile of a child
In the routine of an old man
In the song of the radio
How can I forget you,
If I carry you with me?
Like a kangaroo does with its offspring,
Like the sun brings the day,
Like a tattoo.
How can I forget you...?
 

It's That Illogical

Like throwing stones at a shooting star to bring it down
Like hoping to find a human being without a mask
Like saying Hitler died at peace
And that the Joker never used a costume
 
Like saying Madonna is puritanical and conservative
Or to say that Donald Trump is renting out a place, while he's in default
Or that Lucía Méndez and Verónica Castro adore each other
Or that Pablito Ruiz sings songs in the Nueva Canción movement
 
That's how illogical my life is without you
That's how ironic it is, that is how stupid it is
It is that absurd, my life without you
Like suntan oil in Eskimos' homes
That's how illogical my life is without you
 
Like finding a monument to Bush in the middle of Havana
Or to claim that Joan Manuel Serrat wrote 'Banana'
Or that poets can survive without windows
Or that an optimist has no faith in the future
 
That's how illogical my life is without you
That's how ironic it is, that is how stupid it is
I feel like an intruder in my own home
And nobody can explain what's going on
 
That's how illogical my life is without you
That's how ironic it is, that is how stupid it is
It is that absurd, my life without you
Like suntan oil in Eskimos' homes
That's how illogical my life is without you
Like suntan oil in Eskimos' homes
That's how illogical my life is without you
That's how ironic it is, that's how stupid it is