Los Dias de Milagro
No vas a creer que todo esté tan bien
Que hasta creo en los golpes del corazón.
No vas a creer qué débil es tu voz
Que ni siquiera oigo las palabras del adiós.
Te vas perdiendo en la memoria,
Quebrando las horas de mis olvidos.
El amor no vuelve jamás, ya lo sé.
Y que los sueños sin dormir
Pronto se han de olvidar.
Hay tiempo para pensar,
Hay tiempo para recordar
Que nunca fuimos aquellos que dijimos ser,
Que dijimos ser.
No vas a creer que todo esté tan bien
Que hasta creo en los golpes del corazón.
No vas a creer que débil es tu voz
Que ni siquiera oigo las palabras del adiós.
El odio es fácil de engañar, ya lo sé.
Y que siempre se pierde
A solas con el corazón.
Hay tiempo para pensar,
Hay tiempo para recordar
Que nunca fuimos aquellos que dijimos ser.
Ahora el corazón ya no se esconde más.
Sólo pulsar, sólo latir.
Ahora espera sangrar.
Espera sangrar.
The Days of Miracle
You won't believe that everything is so good
That I even believe in the heartbeats.
You won't believe how weak your voice is
That I can't even hear the words of goodbye.
You're getting lost in memory,
Breaking the hours of my forgetfulness.
Love never returns, I know that.
And that dreams without sleep
Will soon be forgotten.
There's time to think,
There's time to remember
That we were never who we said we were,
Who we said we were.
You won't believe that everything is so good
That I even believe in the heartbeats.
You won't believe how weak your voice is
That I can't even hear the words of goodbye.
Hatred is easy to deceive, I know that.
And that it always gets lost
Alone with the heart.
There's time to think,
There's time to remember
That we were never who we said we were.
Now the heart no longer hides.
Just pulsating, just beating.
Now it waits to bleed.
It waits to bleed.