La Vencida
Algunas cosas ya no duelen tanto
Cuando las dejás ir
Cuando el verdugo se vuelve manco
Es hora de decidir
Quedarse pa´que siga doliendo
Mientras él se repone
O agradecerle la compañía
Y dejarlo un día cualquiera
Estos días son como borrosos
Como poco claros
Unos trenes van hacia adelante
Y otros para el otro lado
Salir de la bruma cómo abruma
Estar desatado
Libre para estar en otras cosas
Libre pa´ estar enojado
No te dije de la vez
Que me sentí en el más allá
No te dije de la vez
Que confundí algunas cosas
No te dije de la vez que sentí
Que iba a ser la última vez
Las promesas son como contratos
Hechos por borrachos
Uno con las mieles del poder
El otro con cuentos baratos
Y no hay crimen si termina en sangre
O en desasosiego
Es que las cosas son así
Son las reglas de este juego
No te dije de la vez
Que me sentí en el más allá
No te dije de la vez
Que confundí algunas cosas
No te dije de la vez que sentí
Que iba a ser la última vez
Algunas cosas ya no duelen tanto
Cuando las dejás ir
Cuando el verdugo se vuelve manco
Es hora de decidir
Si seguir recibiendo el embate
Y quedarse acostado
O encarar hacia la reja
Y saltar hacia el otro lado
Ya no duele tanto
Ya no duele tanto
The Defeated
Some things don't hurt as much anymore
When you let them go
When the executioner becomes a cripple
It's time to make a choice
Stay and let it keep hurting
While he recovers
Or thank him for the company
And leave on any given day
These days feel kind of blurry
Like they're not so clear
Some trains are moving forward
And others are going the other way
Getting out of the fog is overwhelming
Being untethered
Free to focus on other things
Free to be pissed off
I didn't tell you about the time
I felt like I was in the afterlife
I didn't tell you about the time
I mixed up a few things
I didn't tell you about the time I felt
Like it was going to be the last time
Promises are like contracts
Made by drunks
One with the sweet taste of power
The other with cheap stories
And there's no crime if it ends in blood
Or in unease
It's just how things are
Those are the rules of this game
I didn't tell you about the time
I felt like I was in the afterlife
I didn't tell you about the time
I mixed up a few things
I didn't tell you about the time I felt
Like it was going to be the last time
Some things don't hurt as much anymore
When you let them go
When the executioner becomes a cripple
It's time to make a choice
Whether to keep taking the hits
And stay lying down
Or face the gate
And jump to the other side
It doesn't hurt as much anymore
It doesn't hurt as much anymore