VaiVén
Tu caricia no me afecta,
yo la puedo tolerar,
sin mover una pestaña,
sin parar de controlar
cada cosa que digo,
ningún gesto de más,
de lo que pase aquí dentro
no te vas a enterar.
El desgrana moralejas
y analiza el porvenir
está jurando que la quiere,
que no se va a repetir.
No me rindo tan fácil,
ya me supo doler,
no me cuentes el premio
que no voy a caer.
Ya no más de tu vaivén,
no ves que ya está,
no tiene revés.
Ya no puedo recobrar
aquella emoción.
Se desdibujó.
Come and Go
Your touch doesn't affect me,
I can tolerate it,
without batting an eyelid,
without stopping controlling
everything I say,
no extra gestures,
you won't find out
what's going on inside me.
He dissects morals
and analyzes the future,
swearing he loves her,
it won't happen again.
I don't give up easily,
it already hurt me,
don't tell me the prize
I won't fall for it.
No more of your come and go,
don't you see it's over,
there's no turning back.
I can't regain
that emotion.
It faded away.