Miradas
Por primera ves vi tantas miradas
cuantas frases queriendo recordarlas
cuantas zapatillas quedan colgadas
cuantas calles no seran caminadas
cuantas bandas cantan lo que no viven
cuantos caretas y giles siguen y siguen
los amigos del campeon no existen
hoy te dejan cantando tan solo y tan triste
como poderte explicar
se que el dolor es ajeno
no te creas yo tambien perdi
se lo que se lleva adentro
el tiempo te amoldara
la herida nunca se ira
la mia, la mia va hasta mi entierro
cuanta gente que hoy les llora el alma
piden justicia y nunca encuentran nada
hoy te señalan con el dedo
el dolor los hace ciego
hay que saber entenderlos
como poderte explicar se que el dolor es ajeno
no te creas yo tambien perdi
se lo que se lleva adentro
el tiempo te amoldara
la herida nunca se ira
la mia, la mia va hasta mi entierro
Looks
For the first time I saw so many looks
countless phrases wanting to remember them
countless sneakers left hanging
countless streets that won't be walked
countless bands sing what they don't live
how many posers and fools keep going
the friends of the champion don't exist
today they leave you singing so alone and so sad
how can I explain to you
I know the pain is foreign
don't think I haven't lost too
I know what's inside
Time will shape you
the wound will never go away
mine, mine goes to my burial
countless people whose souls cry today
they ask for justice and never find anything
today they point at you with their finger
pain makes them blind
we must know how to understand them
how can I explain to you I know the pain is foreign
don't think I haven't lost too
I know what's inside
time will shape you
the wound will never go away
mine, mine goes to my burial