Abril
El hablar me ha cansado
He hablado toda mi vida
Aparte no me gusta mi voz
No me es bien parecida
Sin duda es
Tiempo de escucharte
Podría hacernos bien
A palpitar, corazón de metal
Es tiempo de algo real
Esa espada la tienes que envainar
Hay que latir, corazón de marfil
La vida es un poco vil es correcto
Olvídate ya de abril
Ni que estuviera en latín
Mi hígado está fallando
Mi lengua todo lo contrario
Mi palabra es honesta hoy
Por eso hago conversación
Es que ahora carezco
De todo lo que yo he hecho
Ganado o cosechado
Es hora de ponerse
A palpitar
Corazón de metal
Es tiempo de algo real
Esa espada la tienes que envainar
Hay que latir, corazón de marfil
La vida es un poco vil es correcto
Olvídate ya de abril
Ni que estuviera en latín
No temo a fracasar
Siempre he sido el de atrás
El único fracaso es no tratar
No temo a fracasar
Ni ha llegar hasta el final
Lo único es que se me acaba el gas
A palpitar, corazón de metal
Es tiempo de algo real
Esa espada la tienes que envainar
A rebasar, siempre has sido el de atrás
Piensa antes de hablar de matarlo
Ese ánimo de hospital
Hay que latir, corazón de marfil
La vida es un poco vil es correcto
Olvídate ya de abril
Ni que estuviera en latín
April
Talking has tired me
I have talked all my life
Besides, I don't like my voice
It doesn't suit me well
Without a doubt
It's time to listen to you
It could do us good
To beat, heart of metal
It's time for something real
You have to sheathe that sword
We have to beat, heart of ivory
Life is a bit vile, that's right
Forget about April
As if it were in Latin
My liver is failing
My tongue is the opposite
My word is honest today
That's why I engage in conversation
It's just that now I lack
Everything I have done
Gained or harvested
It's time to get going
To beat
Heart of metal
It's time for something real
You have to sheathe that sword
We have to beat, heart of ivory
Life is a bit vile, that's right
Forget about April
As if it were in Latin
I'm not afraid to fail
I've always been the one in the back
The only failure is not trying
I'm not afraid to fail
Or to reach the end
The only thing is that I'm running out of gas
To beat, heart of metal
It's time for something real
You have to sheathe that sword
To exceed, you've always been the one in the back
Think before talking about killing it
That hospital mood
We have to beat, heart of ivory
Life is a bit vile, that's right
Forget about April
As if it were in Latin