Míralo
Míralo, tú que crees en el destino,
Donde se perdió nuestro camino,
Porque lo busco y yo no encuentro,
Se perdió nuestro camino,
Porque hace tiempo que estoy hecho un lío,
Se perdió nuestro camino.
Míralo, tu que crees en el destino,
Sabes que hace tiempo que te lo digo,
Pa mi este barco no va a buen puerto,
Hace tiempo que te lo digo,
Pero aquí estamos metidos dentro,
Hace tiempo que te lo...
Busco, una mirada que me diga que estoy dentro de tu corazón,
Y eso me vale, y ese es mi sino.
Busco, una sonrisa que me recuerde que estoy vivo,
Y que tengo una razón,
Y eso me vale y ese es mi sino.
Míralo, gitana, tú que crees en el destino,
En que antes de nacer, ya está todo escrito,
Brujas, videntes y curanderos
Custodian secretos que yo no quiero
Conocer, ni saber que vendrá mañana,
Me sobran motivos, me faltan las ganas,
Me van las sorpresas que da la vida,
Que no te esperabas, que no presentías.
Míralo, tu que crees en el destino,
Cuando seremos buenos amigos,
Cuando andaremos caminos nuevos,
Seremos buenos amigos.
Caminos nuestros, que hemos elegido,
Seremos buenos amigos,
Porque este barco no va a buen puerto,
Seremos buenos amigos,
Pero aquí estamos metidos dentro,
Seremos buenos amigos,
Porque hace tiempo que estoy hecho un lío,
Y esto es que no va conmigo.
Look at It
Look at it, you who believe in fate,
Where did our path get lost,
Because I search for it and I can't find it,
Our path got lost,
Because it's been a while since I've been a mess,
Our path got lost.
Look at it, you who believe in fate,
You know I've been saying this for a while,
For me, this ship isn't heading to good shores,
I've been saying this for a while,
But here we are stuck inside,
I've been saying this for a...
I'm looking for a glance that tells me I'm in your heart,
And that matters to me, and that's my fate.
I'm looking for a smile that reminds me I'm alive,
And that I have a reason,
And that matters to me and that's my fate.
Look at it, gypsy, you who believe in fate,
That before we were born, everything was already written,
Witches, seers, and healers
Guard secrets I don't want to
Know, or find out what tomorrow will bring,
I have plenty of reasons, I lack the will,
I love the surprises life throws,
That you didn't expect, that you didn't foresee.
Look at it, you who believe in fate,
When will we be good friends,
When will we walk new paths,
We'll be good friends.
Our paths, that we've chosen,
We'll be good friends,
Because this ship isn't heading to good shores,
We'll be good friends,
But here we are stuck inside,
We'll be good friends,
Because it's been a while since I've been a mess,
And this just doesn't sit right with me.