El Cazador
Estoy harto de repetir
Estoy, cansado de soportar tanto veneno
Cuándo voy a aprender?
Que tanto anhelo me lastima.
Y voy herido en tus manos, si,
No quiero despegar dando dolor
O que pensar.
Y voy herido en tus manos, si,
No quiero despegar dando dolor
O que pensar.
El verano va a venir
Y yo, no puedo salir al sol sin enojarme;
Y me alejo más de mí, pero,
Lo que amo siempre es imborrable
Y voy herido en tus manos, si,
No quiero despegar dando dolor
O que pensar
Y voy herido en tus manos, si,
No quiero despegar dando dolor
O que pensar.
no noo
Es tan fácil verse hoy
No te engañes como yo,
Que quise tomar por presa al cazador.
(silbido)
The Hunter
I'm tired of repeating
I'm tired of enduring so much poison
When will I learn?
That so much longing hurts me.
And I go wounded in your hands, yes,
I don't want to detach causing pain
Or what to think.
And I go wounded in your hands, yes,
I don't want to detach causing pain
Or what to think.
Summer is coming
And I can't go out in the sun without getting angry;
And I move further away from myself, but,
What I love is always indelible
And I go wounded in your hands, yes,
I don't want to detach causing pain
Or what to think
And I go wounded in your hands, yes,
I don't want to detach causing pain
Or what to think.
no noo
It's so easy to see oneself today
Don't deceive yourself like me,
Who wanted to take the hunter as prey.
(whistle)