Jugar al despiste
Escribi una movida tan normal como tu
como yo y como es
conte la historia de mi vida en verso abc
que a veces me convieeene
soñe que la vida es una peli de buñuel
que nunca acaba bien
que siempre me pone a cien
que no te tengo delanteee
y eres lo mas importanteee
mi mente en la lavadora
mis palabras son las manchas
mi boca es una pistola
se dispara si te marchas
pero no cuentes las horas
que yo he pasado contigo
yo no cuento ni una sola...
Se me han pasado dormidooo
cuando mi alma se enamoraaa
entre ronquido y ronquido
despues de comerme el tarro
deje de escribir
que cosas mas raras pienso...pense
te busque en el garito que siempre sueles ir
pero no te encontre
aunque no perdi la fe
y hoy...te escribo en un papel
no tengo internet
o pinto en la pared
la pared para quien la pinte
o un disco de jazz para jugar al despiste
que no te tengo delanteee
y eres lo mas importanteee
mi mente en la lavadora
mis palabras son las manchas
mi boca es una pistola
se dispara si te marchas
pero no cuentes las horas
que yo he pasado contigo
yo no cuento ni una sola...
Se me han pasado dormidooo
cuando mi alma se enamoraaa
entre ronquido y ronquido
mi mente en la lavadora
mis palabras son las manchas
mi boca es una pistola
se dispara si te marchas
pero no cuentes las horas
que yo he pasado contigo
yo no cuento ni una sola...
Se me han pasado dormidooo
despues de comerme el tarro
deje de escribir...
Playing hide and seek
I wrote something as normal as you
like me and as it is
I told the story of my life in ABC verse
that sometimes suits me
I dream that life is a Buñuel movie
that never ends well
that always gets me excited
that I don't have you in front of me
and you are the most important
my mind in the washing machine
my words are the stains
my mouth is a gun
it shoots if you leave
but don't count the hours
that I have spent with you
I don't count a single one...
I've slept through them
when my soul falls in love
between snores
after racking my brain
I stopped writing
what strange things I think... I thought
I looked for you in the bar you usually go to
but I didn't find you
although I didn't lose faith
and today... I write to you on paper
I don't have internet
or I paint on the wall
the wall for whoever paints it
or a jazz record to play hide and seek
that I don't have you in front of me
and you are the most important
my mind in the washing machine
my words are the stains
my mouth is a gun
it shoots if you leave
but don't count the hours
that I have spent with you
I don't count a single one...
I've slept through them
when my soul falls in love
between snores
my mind in the washing machine
my words are the stains
my mouth is a gun
it shoots if you leave
but don't count the hours
that I have spent with you
I don't count a single one...
I've slept through them
after racking my brain
I stopped writing...