No Vale Dormir
Deja que el viento entre
y se lleve todo lo que nos sobra,
deja que las raíces
beban el agua que necesiten,
deja que los colores
vuelvan a serlo todo,
y deja que aquella magia
nos resucite.
Cuéntame con detalle
para contárselo a la esperanza,
cuéntame como sabes
que viene ruido y no la calma,
deja que los rencores
salgan por donde entraron,
y deja que no haya nadie
que lo marchité.
Cuando amanezca tormenta, no vale dormir.
Cuando los versos no bailen, no vale dormir.
Cuando los premios no sean perfectos,
cuando la vida no entienda de besos, cógeme fuerte la mano y si duele pa' mí.
Donde las manos no mandan, no vale pedir.
Donde la rima no entienda, no vale pedir.
Cuando la espera no sea sincera,
cuando la pena se quede a tu vera,
cógeme fuerte la mano y su duele pa' mí.
Piensa poquito a poco
lo que pretende la cobardía.
Vuelve por donde huías,
y dos sonrisas por cada huella.
Tira de los cordones
que abren esa ventana,
coge nuestro principio,
y me lo regalas.
Cuando amanezca tormenta, no vale dormir.
Cuando los versos no bailen, no vale dormir.
Cuando los premios no sean perfectos,
cuando la vida no entienda de besos, cógeme fuerte la mano y si duele pa' mí.
Donde las manos no mandan, no vale pedir.
Donde la rima no entienda, no vale pedir.
Cuando la espera no sea sincera,
cuando la pena se quede a tu vera,
cógeme fuerte la mano y su duele pa' mí.
Dámelo, dámelo pa' mí.
dámelo.
No Vale Dormir
Let the wind come in
and take away all that we don't need,
let the roots
drink the water they need,
let the colors
become everything again,
and let that magic
resurrect us.
Tell me in detail
to tell it to hope,
tell me how you know
that noise is coming, not calm,
let the grudges
leave the way they came in,
and let there be no one
to wither it away.
When the storm breaks at dawn, it's not worth sleeping.
When the verses don't dance, it's not worth sleeping.
When the rewards aren't perfect,
when life doesn't understand kisses, hold my hand tight and if it hurts, it's for me.
Where hands don't rule, it's not worth asking.
Where rhyme doesn't understand, it's not worth asking.
When the wait isn't sincere,
when sorrow stays by your side,
hold my hand tight and if it hurts, it's for me.
Think little by little
what cowardice intends.
Come back from where you fled,
and two smiles for every footprint.
Pull the strings
that open that window,
take our beginning,
and give it to me.
When the storm breaks at dawn, it's not worth sleeping.
When the verses don't dance, it's not worth sleeping.
When the rewards aren't perfect,
when life doesn't understand kisses, hold my hand tight and if it hurts, it's for me.
Where hands don't rule, it's not worth asking.
Where rhyme doesn't understand, it's not worth asking.
When the wait isn't sincere,
when sorrow stays by your side,
hold my hand tight and if it hurts, it's for me.
Give it to me, give it to me for me,
give it to me.