No Pide Tanto, Idiota
No sé cuantas veces lo habremos hablado
Y voy estando algo cansando, de tener que repetir
Y de encontrar motivos para que comprendas
Sin que suene a reprimenda, que esto sucedió por ti
Sin dudarlo ni un momento me aseguras
Que no existe causa alguna para que se enfade así
Dices que ya nunca tienes suficiente
Que es muy poco independiente, que no te deja vivir
Pero luego te ahogas en vasos de agua
Tú no lo entiendes
Ella quiere que le escribas su canción
Que la escuches, que le prestes atención
Que la invites a tocar tu corazón
No pide tanto, idiota
No pide tanto, idiota
Ni quieres querer, ni quieres que te quiera
Ella nunca es la primera, háblale con claridad
Con el alma justo encima de la mesa
Evitando las promesas que jamás se cumplirán
Es la historia de quién nunca se arrepiente
Porque siempre se convence
De que no puede cambiar
Es la crónica de un ciego y su mentira
Que mil veces repetida, se convertirá en verdad
Para luego ahogarte en tu vaso de agua
Tú no lo entiendes
Ella quiere que le escribas su canción
Que la escuches, que le prestes atención
Que la invites a tocar tu corazón
No pide tanto, idiota
Doesn't Ask Much, Idiot
I don't know how many times we've talked about it
And I'm getting somewhat tired, of having to repeat
And finding reasons for you to understand
Without sounding like a reprimand, that this happened because of you
Without hesitating for a moment, you assure me
That there is no reason for her to get angry like that
You say you never have enough
That you're too dependent, that it doesn't let you live
But then you drown in a glass of water
You don't understand
She wants you to write her song
To listen to her, to pay attention to her
To invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask much, idiot
She doesn't ask much, idiot
You don't want to love, you don't want to be loved
She is never the first, talk to her clearly
With the soul right on the table
Avoiding promises that will never be fulfilled
It's the story of someone who never regrets
Because they always convince themselves
That they can't change
It's the chronicle of a blind man and his lie
That when repeated a thousand times, will become truth
To then drown in your glass of water
You don't understand
She wants you to write her song
To listen to her, to pay attention to her
To invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask much, idiot