Dice
Dice que siempre tengo una excusa
Dice, y, de provocar, me acusa
Que no ayudo a evitar
La locura que nos lleva a este ritual
Dice que mejor sería perderse
Dice, en lo gris, y ya no verse
Y que todo ese color
Nuestro idioma, todo eso ya pasó
Oh, casi no vengo hoy
Casi no vengo hoy, y aquí me ves
Dice que no puede hacer su vida
Digo: Yo no puedo hacer la mía
Dice que esto no es amor
Que es un vicio que devora la razón
Sé que no debería tentarte ni empezar
Sé que no debería buscarte nunca más
Pero, aunque quiera olvidarte
Algo me obliga a buscarte, aquí ahora afuera ya estoy
Oh, casi no vengo hoy
Casi no vengo hoy, y aquí me ves
Oh, casi no vengo hoy
Casi no vengo hoy, y aquí me ves
Oh, casi no vengo hoy
Casi no vengo hoy, y aquí me ves
Dice
Dice
Says
Says, that I always have an excuse
Says, and accuses me of provoking
That I don't help to avoid
The madness that leads us to this ritual
Says, that it would be better to get lost
Says, in the gray and not see each other anymore
And that all that color
Our language, all that, has passed
Oh, I almost didn't come today
I almost didn't come today, and here you see me
Says, that I can't live his life
I say, I can't live mine
Says this is not love
That it's a vice that devours reason
I know I shouldn't tempt you or start
I know I shouldn't look for you anymore
But even if I want to forget you
Something forces me to look for you, here I am outside now
Oh, I almost didn't come today
I almost didn't come today, and here you see me
Oh, I almost didn't come today
I almost didn't come today, and here you see me
Oh, I almost didn't come today
I almost didn't come today, and here you see me
Says
Says