Mirás Al Cielo
Cuantos sueños fracasan
Sin despertar…
Cuantas voces callaron
Sin poder hablar...
Cuanta gloria que quisimos alcanzar
La victoria nunca parece llegar…
Y esas noches cuando te sentís solo
Y no podes más,
Juntando tristeza mirás al cielo y sin preguntar...
Cuantos cachivaches bailan
Sin saber soñar,
Cuantos giles corren sin saber caminar...
Sobra el que habla
Y hablan solo por hablar
Te fumas un fino y empiezan a comentar...
Y esas noches cuando te sentís solo
Y no podes más
Juntando tristeza mirás al cielo y sin preguntar...
Sólo con escuchar tu voz
Vuelvo a levantarme yo
Cuantos rocanroles, cuantas noches más
Cuantos shows en vivo me esperaran...
Y esas noches cuando te sentís solo
Y no podes más
Juntando tristeza mirás al cielo y sin preguntar...
Sólo con escuchar tu voz
Vuelvo a levantarme yo
Cuantos rocanroles, cuantas noches mas
Cuantos shows en vivo me esperaran...
Looking at the Sky
How many dreams fail
Without waking up...
How many voices were silenced
Without being able to speak...
How much glory we wanted to achieve
Victory never seems to come...
And those nights when you feel alone
And can't take it anymore,
Gathering sadness you look at the sky without asking...
How many trinkets dance
Without knowing how to dream,
How many fools run without knowing how to walk...
There's an excess of talk
And they talk just to talk
You smoke a cigarette and they start to comment...
And those nights when you feel alone
And can't take it anymore,
Gathering sadness you look at the sky without asking...
Just by hearing your voice
I manage to get up again
How many rock and rolls, how many more nights
How many live shows are waiting for me...
And those nights when you feel alone
And can't take it anymore,
Gathering sadness you look at the sky without asking...
Just by hearing your voice
I manage to get up again
How many rock and rolls, how many more nights
How many live shows are waiting for me...