Abrazos de Cristal
Tantos años, tenía que vivir
Estaba escrito en su destino
Cosas que siempre ocurren a la gente pero a ti no
Y nunca importan demasiado hasta que ocurren
Los problemas de los demás serán temas que te aburren
Que escurren, esa ultima gota que se agota con las horas
Esa mota en la mirada que te entra cuando lloras
Porque añoras no valoras lo que tienes
Hasta que lo pierdes y no vuelve, ya me entiendes
Por eso dime ahora que me tienes que me quieres
Le dijo la madre al hijo en un abrazo de romperse
Si fueran de cristal en mil pedazos pequeñitos
Tantos años tenía que vivir, estaba escrito
Pero padre, cansado del amor
De una mujer ama de casa y sin vestidos
Se olvido de aquellos ojos y momentos compartidos
Asqueao de aquellos niños
Y los gritos de rutina derretido
Por el ruido del pesado conformismo
Si, buscó su sitio entre fracaso
Y alcoholismo entre si mismo y pesimismo
Y mil movida estando en paro
Barcos buscaban ese puerto
Pero ya muerto estaba el faro
Como esa Luna que, sobrevive al día en esta aldea
Que pasea presumida pa que algún chalao la vea
Fuera de su sitio así es como se sentía ella
Sin su fondo azul marino y sin el brillo de su estrella
Aquella tarde, se acostó antes que de costumbre
No escuchó el teléfono ni el timbre
Soñaba con ser libre y con tener un corazón pa que le roben
Soñaba que no crecía y para siempre seria joven
50ypico inviernos, llenos de hojas secas
Y sus 25 pecas resumidas en un sueño si del que nunca despertara
Por más gallos que cantaran la tristeza le abrazaba
Y el hijo que lloraba como tu si me pasara
Antonio o Sara, culpables
De que yo este vivo y de que escriba lo que escribo
De que siempre yo les quiera, como siempre yo he querido
Como siempre yo he querido, como siempre yo he querido
Como siempre yo he querido, como siempre yo he querido
Como siempre yo he querido, como siempre yo he querido
Crystal Hugs
So many years, had to live
It was written in his destiny
Things that always happen to people but not to you
And never matter too much until they happen
Other people's problems will be boring topics
That slip away, that last drop that runs out with the hours
That speck in the eye that enters when you cry
Because you miss, you don't value what you have
Until you lose it and it doesn't come back, you understand me
That's why tell me now that you have me that you love me
Said the mother to the son in a hug about to break
If they were made of glass in a thousand tiny pieces
So many years had to live, it was written
But father, tired of love
From a housewife woman without dresses
He forgot about those eyes and shared moments
Disgusted by those children
And the routine screams melted
By the noise of heavy conformism
Yes, he looked for his place among failure
And alcoholism between himself and pessimism
And a thousand issues being unemployed
Ships were looking for that port
But the lighthouse was already dead
Like that Moon that survives the day in this village
That parades conceitedly so some fool can see her
Out of place is how she felt
Without her navy blue background and without the shine of her star
That afternoon, she went to bed earlier than usual
She didn't hear the phone or the doorbell
She dreamed of being free and having a heart to be stolen
She dreamed that she didn't grow up and would forever be young
50 and something winters, full of dry leaves
And her 25 freckles summed up in a dream she would never wake up from
No matter how many roosters crowed, sadness embraced her
And the son who cried like you if it happened to me
Antonio or Sara, guilty
That I am alive and that I write what I write
That I always love them, as I have always wanted
As I have always wanted, as I have always wanted
As I have always wanted, as I have always wanted
As I have always wanted, as I have always wanted