Blues de Cris
Cansado de gritar por Cris,
mi mente está colgada como un árbol.
Cansado de luchar por mí,
atado a mi destino,
al borde del camino volveré.
Y si la ves pasar y no habla,
esto que sabe, que
atado a mi destino,
sus ojos al final olvidaré.
Cansado de gritar por Cris,
mi mente está colgada como un árbol.
Cansado de luchar por mí,
atado a mi destino,
al borde del camino volveré.
Y si la ves pasar y no habla,
esto que sabe, que
atado a mi destino,
sus ojos al final olvidaré.
Zumbando en mi caverna gris,
la voz de Cris me llega y no cesa.
Oh, zumbando en mi caverna gris,
atado a mi destino,
al borde del camino volveré.
Y si la ves pasar y no habla,
esto que sabe, que
atado a mi destino,
sus ojos al final olvidaré.
Cris's Blues
Tired of shouting for Cris,
my mind is hanging like a tree.
Tired of fighting for myself,
tied to my destiny,
I will return to the edge of the road.
And if you see her pass by and she doesn't speak,
this that she knows, that
tied to my destiny,
her eyes I will eventually forget.
Tired of shouting for Cris,
my mind is hanging like a tree.
Tired of fighting for myself,
tied to my destiny,
I will return to the edge of the road.
And if you see her pass by and she doesn't speak,
this that she knows, that
tied to my destiny,
her eyes I will eventually forget.
Buzzing in my gray cave,
Cris's voice reaches me and doesn't stop.
Oh, buzzing in my gray cave,
tied to my destiny,
I will return to the edge of the road.
And if you see her pass by and she doesn't speak,
this that she knows, that
tied to my destiny,
her eyes I will eventually forget.