Estigmatikas
Nunca pensé hacer historias ke te
canten, ke te miren, solo historias sobre hombres
tristes. Sobre dioses y sombras… y de Mi Y en cada
voz ke se elevaba, en cada piedra, en cada grada,
en cada cúmulo de risas sin cara. En cada ventana…
te vi Y aki me tienen hoy, haciendo kursis temas a
la ke nunca oyó, pero me siento mejor, al menos el
ke canta soy Yo. Nunca pense hacer historias ke te
canten ke te miren solo historias sobre hombres
tristes Pero en cada canto…..siempre te vi
Stigmatized
I never thought of making stories that sing to you, that look at you, just stories about sad men. About gods and shadows... and about Me And in every voice that rose, in every stone, in every step, in every heap of faceless laughter. In every window... I saw you And here they have me today, making cheesy themes that you never heard, but I feel better, at least the one singing is Me. I never thought of making stories that sing to you, that look at you, just stories about sad men. But in every song... I always saw you