Esperando Nada
Voy a revelar una historia que es
a veces mentira y otras no es verdad.
Me quede sentado esperando la llegada
de la suerte no podia tardar.
Y paso tanto tiempo que llegue
a ver sombras en color.
Y paso tanta gente por delante
que nadie me vio.
Esperaria de pie que el anochecer
se fundiera con la tarde y el amanecer.
Como un vendaval a mi paso se revuelven
los trozos de un quemado papel.
Y crecio a mi lado como un arbol
toda una ilusion.
Y crecio a su lado monstruosa
toda una obsesion.
[Estribillo]
En plena noche, a eso de las tres
algo se acerca y no se deja ver.
Abre mi puerta quiero entrar y salir
y refrescarme antes de repetir.
Vivo en la calle, estudio de aprendiz
con libros que en la escuela nunca vi.
Abre mi puerta quiero entrar y salir
y refrescarme antes de repetir.
Me perderia de pie esa sensacion
de encontrarme con las cosas por segunda vez.
La oportunidad de buscar en los
cajones un recuerdo que amar.
Y paso tanto tiempo que llegue
a ver sombras en color.
Y crecio a mi lado como un arbol
toda una ilusion.
[Estribillo]
En plena noche, a eso de las tres
algo se acerca y no se deja ver.
Abre mi puerta quiero entrar y salir
y refrescarme antes de repetir.
Vivo en la calle, estudio de aprendiz
con libros que en la escuela nunca vi.
Abre mi puerta quiero entrar y salir
y refrescarme antes de repetir.
Waiting for Nothing
I'm going to reveal a story that is
sometimes a lie and sometimes not true.
I stayed sitting waiting for the arrival
of luck that couldn't be late.
And so much time passed that I
saw shadows in color.
And so many people passed by
that no one saw me.
I would wait standing for the night
to merge with the afternoon and the dawn.
Like a gale, the pieces of a burnt paper
stir at my passage.
And next to me, like a tree, grew
a whole illusion.
And next to it, monstrous, grew
a whole obsession.
[Chorus]
In the middle of the night, around three
something approaches and doesn't show itself.
Open my door, I want to come in and go out
and refresh before repeating.
I live on the street, studying as an apprentice
with books I never saw in school.
Open my door, I want to come in and go out
and refresh before repeating.
I would lose standing that feeling
of encountering things for the second time.
The opportunity to search in the drawers
for a memory to love.
And so much time passed that I
saw shadows in color.
And next to me, like a tree, grew
a whole illusion.
[Chorus]
In the middle of the night, around three
something approaches and doesn't show itself.
Open my door, I want to come in and go out
and refresh before repeating.
I live on the street, studying as an apprentice
with books I never saw in school.
Open my door, I want to come in and go out
and refresh before repeating.