Cuchillos
Hay en este lugar mucho para dar
No te puedo mentir
Porque sos tan fiel, me viste crecer
Me viste correr y yo te vi reír
Cuando el cristal
Se caiga en el mar, verás
Que toda esta canción es agonía
Es hoy tal como ayer desaparecer
Es como sonreír
De tanto darte amor te hice feliz
Cortando el aire solo hasta sentir
Que no había perdón, que no había razón
Esa navaja gris, me corto la voz
Se hizo cuchillo al fin
Knives
There is so much to give in this place
I can't lie to you
Because you are so loyal, you saw me grow
You saw me run and I saw you laugh
When the glass
Falls into the sea, you will see
That this whole song is agony
It's disappearing today just like yesterday
It's like smiling
By giving you so much love, I made you happy
Cutting through the air just to feel
That there was no forgiveness, that there was no reason
That gray knife, it cuts off my voice
It became a knife in the end
Escrita por: Charly García