Horas
No queríamos dormir
nos queríamos comer el mundo
No podíamos dejar de estar a solas ni un segundo
Ida y vuelta de la cama
a la alfombra voladora
nos bastaba con dejar pasar
dejar pasar las horas
Horas, horas,
colgados como dos computadoras
Horas, horas,
meta echar carbón en la locomotora
Recorriendo aquel edén
de sólo dos metros cuadrados
¿Que será de aquel colchón, de aquel colchón tan maltratado?
Allá íbamos tu y yo
llevados por el remolino
nos dejábamos caer, caer,
caer hacia el destino
Durante horas, horas,
colgados como dos computadoras
Horas, horas,
meta echar carbón en la locomotora
No queríamos dormir
nos queríamos comer a besos
No queríamos dejar de cometer ni un solo exceso
Nos venía a saludar en el balcón la luna llena
Nos bastaba con dejar morir
dejar morir la pena
Horas, horas,
colgados como dos computadoras
Horas, horas,
meta echar carbón en la locomotora
Hours
We didn't want to sleep
we wanted to conquer the world
We couldn't stop being alone for a second
Back and forth from the bed
to the magic carpet
we were content to let time pass
let the hours pass
Hours, hours,
hanging like two computers
Hours, hours,
constantly stoking the locomotive
Exploring that paradise
of just two square meters
What will become of that mattress, of that worn-out mattress?
There we went, you and I
taken by the whirlwind
we let ourselves fall, fall,
fall towards destiny
For hours, hours,
hanging like two computers
Hours, hours,
constantly stoking the locomotive
We didn't want to sleep
we wanted to devour each other with kisses
We didn't want to stop indulging in any excess
The full moon came to greet us on the balcony
We were content to let sorrow die
let the sorrow die
Hours, hours,
hanging like two computers
Hours, hours,
constantly stoking the locomotive
Escrita por: Jorge Drexler