Míranos
Después de todo este final
Que en realidad
Es el comienzo de una guerra sin cuartel
Que humilla y avergüenza
Ni yo tampoco reconozco que te ame
Como mirarnos a los ojos y saber
Que ha sido de nosotros
Déjalo, nos hemos ya manchado bien
El alma entera
Y lo peor es que seguimos
Presos de este odio intenso
Míranos, qué ha sido de nosotros dos
Excombatientes de un amor que nos llenó de vida uoh
Míranos en este ring desolador
Poniendo precio a un deshonor que solos siembra heridas
Qué estúpidos los dos
Que triste esta bajada del telón
Cuántos momentos quedarán sin recordad
Ya sepultados para siempre por afán
Y la rabia indecente
Que nos convierte en estos locos sin razón
Que solo pisan platos rotos con dolor
En su circo de escombros
Déjalo, nos hemos ya manchado bien
El alma entera
Y lo peor es que seguimos
Presos de este odio intenso
Míranos, qué ha sido de nosotros dos
Excombatientes de un amor que nos llenó de vida uoh
Míranos en este ring desolador
Poniendo precio a un deshonor que solos siembra heridas
Qué estúpidos los dos
Que triste esta bajada del telón
Y ahora míranos, qué ha sido de nosotros dos
Excombatientes de un amor que nos llenó de vida uoh
Míranos en este ring desolador
Poniendo precio a un deshonor que solos siembra heridas
Qué estúpidos los dos
Que triste esta bajada del telón
Look at us
After all this ending
Which in reality
Is the beginning of an all-out war
That humiliates and embarrasses
Neither do I recognize that I love you
Like looking into each other's eyes and knowing
What has become of us
Leave it, we have already stained ourselves well
The whole soul
And the worst part is that we continue
Prisoners of this intense hatred
Look at us, what has become of the two of us
Former combatants of a love that filled us with life, oh
Look at us in this desolate ring
Putting a price on a dishonor that only sows wounds
How stupid we both are
How sad this curtain fall is
How many moments will remain unremembered
Already buried forever by eagerness
And the indecent rage
That turns us into these crazy, irrational beings
Who only step on broken plates with pain
In their circus of rubble
Leave it, we have already stained ourselves well
The whole soul
And the worst part is that we continue
Prisoners of this intense hatred
Look at us, what has become of the two of us
Former combatants of a love that filled us with life, oh
Look at us in this desolate ring
Putting a price on a dishonor that only sows wounds
How stupid we both are
How sad this curtain fall is
And now look at us, what has become of the two of us
Former combatants of a love that filled us with life, oh
Look at us in this desolate ring
Putting a price on a dishonor that only sows wounds
How stupid we both are
How sad this curtain fall is