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We must return

Celtas Cortos

Hay que volver

Como ha pasado el tiempo, y te ha sentado tan bien
Ahora hay que levantarse, ahora hay que volver...
Para cantar palabras, que no sean de papel,
Recordar quienes fuimos y quien queremos ser

Dime, porque sin hacer nada tu te enfadas conmigo,
En que mano escondes ese puñal,
Con que tanto me clavas, si no vale pa ná

Dime, en que lugar del cuerpo te corroen los celos
Dime en que lios mentales andas metido,
Cuales son las mentiras que no te dejan ver

Mira, quien quiera que te compre,
Quien quiera que te aguante, una paciencia elegante
Es lo que hay que tener contigo, chaval
Eso es lo que hay que tener

Una amenaza de humo vuela por tu cabeza,
Aprovecho y me esfumo antes de que me vea…
En la calle esta gratis -por suerte para todos-
El aire pa respirar

We must return

How time has passed, and it has suited you so well
Now we must get up, now we must return...
To sing words that are not made of paper,
Remember who we were and who we want to be

Tell me, why do you get mad at me without doing anything,
In which hand do you hide that dagger,
With which you stab me so much, if it's worth nothing

Tell me, where in your body are you consumed by jealousy,
Tell me in what mental mess you are involved,
What are the lies that don't let you see

Look, whoever buys you,
Whoever puts up with you, with an elegant patience
That's what you need to have with you, kid
That's what you need to have

A threat of smoke flies through your head,
I take advantage and disappear before you see me...
On the street it's free - luckily for everyone -
The air to breathe