Lucha contigo
Como una roca, me siento mejor.
No necesito de mi alrededor.
Salgo a la calle; no quiero nada,
que hasta del aire me dan arcadas.
¿Qué te pasa?, ¿qué te duele,
que a mi lado ya no vienes?
Como un susurro, me dices que no. ¡Que no!,
y me pongo mustio, sin agua y sin sol.
Miro adelante; no entiendo nada.
Busco tus ojos tras las ventanas.
¿Qué te pasa?, ¿qué te duele,
que a mi lado ya no vienes?
Cerrando los ojos… mejor no digas nada,
que abriendo la boca me das cien mil patadas.
Como una rosa en un callejón,
voy conteniendo la respiración.
Salgo a la calle; no quiero nada,
que hasta del aire me dan arcadas.
Cerrando los ojos… mejor no digas nada,
que abriendo la boca me das cien mil patadas.
¿Qué te pasa?, ¿qué te duele,
que a mi lado ya no vienes?
Fight with yourself
Like a rock, I feel better.
I don't need anything around me.
I go out on the street; I don't want anything,
that even the air makes me sick.
What's wrong with you?, what hurts you,
that you no longer come by my side?
Like a whisper, you tell me no. No!,
and I become limp, without water and without sun.
I look ahead; I don't understand anything.
I look for your eyes behind the windows.
What's wrong with you?, what hurts you,
that you no longer come by my side?
Closing my eyes... it's better if you don't say anything,
because when you open your mouth, you hit me a hundred times.
Like a rose in an alley,
I hold my breath.
I go out on the street; I don't want anything,
that even the air makes me sick.
Closing my eyes... it's better if you don't say anything,
because when you open your mouth, you hit me a hundred times.
What's wrong with you?, what hurts you,
that you no longer come by my side?