Nos Dolerá
Tu indecisión, mi frustración
Miradas que no miran nada
El corazón colgado en la pared
Es que seguir así, ya no tiene sentido
Porque no sé si, alguna vez, algo sentimos
No cambiaré, no cambiarás, es la verdad
Ya no hay manera de mentir, de sobreactuar
Porque jugamos sin medir y nos herimos
Porque no sé si, alguna vez, algo sentimos
Y me iré y te irás
Sin tener un mapa, sin tener destino
Nos dolerá
Vivir sabiendo que no hemos vivido
Nos dolerá pensar
Las cosas que en vano prometimos
Nos dolerá
El peso de este tiempo que perdimos
Nos dolerá aceptar
Las marcas en la piel, los besos de papel
Que nada fue real, solo fingimos
Resignación a la ilusión
Tu ausencia que duerme en mi almohada
Y en el cajón, caricias que guardé
Porque seguir así ya no tiene sentido
Porque no sé si, alguna vez, algo sentimos
Y me iré y te irás
Sin tener un mapa, sin tener destino
Nos dolerá
Vivir sabiendo que no hemos vivido
Nos dolerá pensar
Las cosas que en vano prometimos
Nos dolerá
El peso de este tiempo que perdimos
Nos dolerá aceptar
Las marcas en la piel, los besos de papel
Que nada fue real y fingimos
Nos dolerá
Vivir sabiendo que no hemos vivido
Nos dolerá pensar
Las cosas que en vano prometimos
Nos dolerá
El peso de este tiempo que perdimos
Nos dolerá aceptar
Las marcas en la piel, los besos de papel
Que nada fue real, solo fingimos
It Will Hurt Us
Your indecision, my frustration
Looks that don't see anything
The heart hanging on the wall
Because continuing like this, it no longer makes sense
Because I don't know if, we ever felt something
I won't change, you won't change, it's the truth
There's no way to lie, to overact anymore
Because we play without measuring and we hurt each other
Because I don't know if, we ever felt something
And I'll leave and you'll leave
Without having a map, without having a destination
It will hurt us
To live knowing that we haven't lived
It will hurt us to think
About the things we promised in vain
It will hurt us
The weight of this lost time
It will hurt us to accept
The marks on the skin, the paper kisses
That nothing was real, we just pretended
Resignation to the illusion
Your absence sleeping on my pillow
And in the drawer, the caresses I kept
Because continuing like this no longer makes sense
Because I don't know if, we ever felt something
And I'll leave and you'll leave
Without having a map, without having a destination
It will hurt us
To live knowing that we haven't lived
It will hurt us to think
About the things we promised in vain
It will hurt us
The weight of this lost time
It will hurt us to accept
The marks on the skin, the paper kisses
That nothing was real and we pretended
It will hurt us
To live knowing that we haven't lived
It will hurt us to think
About the things we promised in vain
It will hurt us
The weight of this lost time
It will hurt us to accept
The marks on the skin, the paper kisses
That nothing was real, we just pretended