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The Thorn

La Castañeda

La Espina

No fué un día,
Tiempo atrás.
Si hago cuentas,
Fueron muchos más.
No podias conjurar,
La rutina te hace mal.

Por pensar en lo que va a pasar,
Al otro día.
No recuerdo, no sé, no sentí
Y así te ibas tú.
Al volver y ver que ya no hay nada ahí,
Sientes la espina.

Atascada, la razón.
Se te pudre el corazón.

Por pensar en lo que va a pasar,
Al otro día.
No recuerdo, no sé, no sentí
Y así te ibas tú.
Al volver y ver que ya no hay nada ahií,
Sientes la espina.

The Thorn

It wasn't a day,
Time ago.
If I count,
There were many more.
You couldn't ward off,
The routine is bad for you.

Thinking about what's going to happen,
The next day.
I don't remember, I don't know, I didn't feel
And so you were leaving.
Upon returning and seeing that there's nothing there anymore,
You feel the thorn.

Stuck, the reason.
Your heart rots.

Thinking about what's going to happen,
The next day.
I don't remember, I don't know, I didn't feel
And so you were leaving.
Upon returning and seeing that there's nothing there anymore,
You feel the thorn.

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