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No quiero escuchar y no quiere ver.
No quiere tomar, no tiene más sed.
No quiere dormir, y menos comer
Si tu cara está.
Y ama partir, y suele escapar
Un remedio tan fugaz.
Pero resiste, siempre resiste
Y sabe aguantar.
Estás buscando un corazón que lata igual.
Estás buscando, y oigo un ritmo similar.
Tu furia es amor, tu locura paz.
Tus mil explosiones, música vital.
Siete son tus versos y
No queda nada cuando caminás.
Te gusta subir, te gusta bajar.
Y te gusta ir más allá.
Que dejes atrás lo que se apagó,
Lo que ya no está.
Estás buscando un corazón que lata igual.
Estás buscando, y oigo un ritmo similar.
Vas uniendo piezas de un rompecabezas.
Estás buscando un corazón que lata igual.
En la vieja oscuridad,
No busques lo que ya no está.
Siempre hay un nuevo camino
Para hacer.
En la vieja oscuridad,
No busques lo que ya no está.
Sabés que ser libre, gratis,
Nunca fue.
Y resiste...
Y resiste...
Estás buscando un corazón que lata igual.
Estás buscando, y oigo un ritmo similar.
Estás buscando un corazón que lata igual.
Estás buscando, y oigo un ritmo similar.
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I don't want to hear and don't want to see.
Doesn't want to drink, no longer thirsty.
Doesn't want to sleep, and even less to eat
If your face is there.
And loves to leave, and often escape
Such a fleeting remedy.
But it resists, always resists
And knows how to endure.
You're looking for a heart that beats the same.
You're looking, and I hear a similar rhythm.
Your fury is love, your madness peace.
Your thousand explosions, vital music.
Seven are your verses and
There's nothing left when you walk.
You like to go up, you like to go down.
And you like to go further.
To leave behind what has faded,
What is no longer there.
You're looking for a heart that beats the same.
You're looking, and I hear a similar rhythm.
You're piecing together a puzzle.
You're looking for a heart that beats the same.
In the old darkness,
Don't search for what is no longer there.
There's always a new path
To take.
In the old darkness,
Don't search for what is no longer there.
You know that being free, for free,
Was never.
And it resists...
And it resists...
You're looking for a heart that beats the same.
You're looking, and I hear a similar rhythm.
You're looking for a heart that beats the same.
You're looking, and I hear a similar rhythm.