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The Split Branch

Isabel Aaiún

La Rama Partía

Para dónde fue a nacer
No está mal nacer con vida
No es que abunde la comida
Pero hay que intentar crecer

Ahora duérmete
Que quién sobreviva
Tiene to' que aprender
Tal vez algún día

Salta'l descampao con la rama partía
Monta to'l escándalo y echa a correr
Nunca mires ya la mirada perdida
Si alguien no te trata bien

Salta'l descampao con la rama partía
Monta to'l escándalo y echa a correr
Nunca mires ya la mirada perdida
Si alguien no te trata bien

No juguéis a enloquecer
No sabéis quién ganaría
Tú disparas la salida
Veinte o treinta años después

Ahora duérmete
Que es todo mentira
Tienes to' que aprender
Tal vez algún día

Salta'l descampao con la rama partía
Monta to'l escándalo y echa a correr
Nunca mires ya la mirada perdida
Si alguien no te trata bien

Salta'l descampao con la rama partía
Monta to'l escándalo y echa a correr
Nunca mires ya la mirada perdida
Si alguien no te trata
Si alguien no, si alguien no te trata bien

Si alguien no te trata bien

Salta'l descampao con la rama partía
Monta to'l escándalo y echa a correr
Nunca mires ya la mirada perdida
Si alguien no te trata bien

The Split Branch

Where did he go to be born
It's not bad to be born alive
It's not that food is abundant
But you have to try to grow

Now go to sleep
Whoever survives
Has everything to learn
Maybe someday

Jump the open field with the split branch
Make all the noise and start running
Never look at the lost gaze
If someone doesn't treat you well

Jump the open field with the split branch
Make all the noise and start running
Never look at the lost gaze
If someone doesn't treat you well

Don't play at going crazy
You don't know who would win
You shoot the exit
Twenty or thirty years later

Now go to sleep
It's all a lie
You have everything to learn
Maybe someday

Jump the open field with the split branch
Make all the noise and start running
Never look at the lost gaze
If someone doesn't treat you well

Jump the open field with the split branch
Make all the noise and start running
Never look at the lost gaze
If someone doesn't treat you
If someone doesn't, if someone doesn't treat you well

If someone doesn't treat you well

Jump the open field with the split branch
Make all the noise and start running
Never look at the lost gaze
If someone doesn't treat you well

Escrita por: Isabel Aaiún / Pablo Mora