Mitad de Whisky
A la mitad del whisky
Siempre me da por la verdad
Me acuerdo de tus manos
Poniendo orden en mi ansiedad
Yo te quise a mi manera
Mal medida desigual
Como quiere un hombre roto
Que no aprendió a descansar
Y ahora sobran las disculpas
Donde faltó saber amar
Hay errores que no gritan
Pero te parten igual
A la mitad del whisky
Vuelves a sentarte aquí
Con esa forma de mirarme
Que no me deja mentir
A la mitad del whisky
Entiendo lo que perdí
No eras tú pidiendo tanto
Era yo sin saber amar
La ciudad cierra persianas
Y mi culpa abre un blues
Tu abrigo en mi memoria
Sigue apagándome la luz
Quise ganarle al destino
Con orgullo y mal humor
Pero el amor no se sostiene
Solo con hambre y calor
Si el tiempo te lleva lejos
No le voy a discutir
Hay personas que se van
Para enseñarte a medir
A la mitad del whisky
Vuelves a sentarte aquí
Con esa forma de mirarme
Que no me deja mentir
A la mitad del whisky
Entiendo lo que perdí
No eras tú pidiendo tanto
Era yo sin saber amar
Y cuando el vaso queda en cero
Me toca escucharme a mí
Half a Bottle Of Whiskey
Halfway through the whisky
I always feel drawn to the truth
I remember your hands
Bringing order to my anxiety
I loved you in my own way
Bad unequal measure
How a broken man wants it
That he didn't learn to rest
And now apologies are unnecessary
Where the ability to love was lacking
There are mistakes that don't scream
But they still break you
Halfway through the whisky
You sit down here again
The way he looked at me
That doesn't let me lie
Halfway through the whisky
I understand what I lost
You weren't the one asking for so much
It was me, not knowing how to love
The city closes its doors
And my guilt opens a blues song
Your coat in my memory
Keep turning off my light
I wanted to beat fate
With pride and a bad mood
But love doesn't last
Only with hunger and heat
If time takes you far away
I'm not going to argue with him
There are people who leave
To teach you how to measure
Halfway through the whisky
You sit down here again
The way he looked at me
That doesn't let me lie
Halfway through the whisky
I understand what I lost
You weren't the one asking for so much
It was me, not knowing how to love
And when the glass reaches zero
It's my turn to listen to myself