Miradas
Aprendes de noche los muertos regresan,
la carpa era blanca y tanto que aprender,
sus caras podridas, su peste esparcida.
La gloria que nunca pudimos tener.
Ahora nos vemos mejor hoy lo hacemos,
encuentro curioso esa forma de hablar.
Mi amor es eterno, quizás verdadero.
No pierdas el tiempo, mañana no está.
Y aunque la vida te deje vivir,
y no te llame el que pronto vendrá.
No rías el tiempo sabrá como hacerte fallar.
Que no desaparezca el silencio,
que la culpa cautive tu vida.
Ansioso de verte escapar... de lo que nunca podrás.
Te sobra la gracia, por eso sorprendes
y falta paciencia que el tiempo tendrá.
La gula del diablo, los ojos del santo
y brisa que guarda lo que no tendrás.
Detrás de esos gritos, te espero sereno,
te espero culpable de ser uno más.
Si llegas te espero, si espero me muero.
Ya es tarde mi vida, no puedo callar.
Looks
Learning at night the dead come back,
The tent was white and so much to learn,
Their rotten faces, their spread stench.
The glory we could never have.
Now we see each other better today we do it,
I find it curious that way of speaking.
My love is eternal, perhaps true.
Don't waste time, tomorrow is not here.
And even if life lets you live,
and the one who will come soon doesn't call you.
Don't laugh, time will know how to make you fail.
May silence not disappear,
may guilt captivate your life.
Eager to see you escape... from what you will never be able to.
You have grace to spare, that's why you surprise,
and patience is lacking that time will have.
The devil's gluttony, the saint's eyes
and a breeze that keeps what you won't have.
Behind those screams, I wait for you calmly,
I wait for you guilty of being one more.
If you arrive I wait for you, if I wait I die.
It's late in my life, I can't keep quiet.