Tírate
He encontrado cosas buenas
Para soportar
El calor del hambre
Cuando me voy a acostar
Y si me dices que te vas
Que no lo quieres intentar
Entonces abre la ventana
Y tírate
He encontrado cosas buenas
Para soportar
El calor del hambre
Cuando me voy a acostar
Y si me dices que te vas
Que no lo quieres intentar
Entonces abre la ventana
Y tírate
Sé que no lo harás
Tu soliloquio puede más
Y sé que no dirás
Palabras de verdad
Y si me dices que te vas
Que no lo quieres intentar
Entonces abre la ventana
Y tírate
Sé que no lo harás
Cae el cielo sobre el mar
Sé que no dirás
Palabras de verdad
He encontrado cosas buenas
Para soportar
El calor del hambre
Cuando me voy a acostar
Y si me dices que te vas
Que no lo quieres intentar
Entonces abre la ventana
Y tírate
Tírate
Tírate
Tírate
Throw Yourself
I've found good things
To endure
The heat of hunger
When I go to bed
And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And throw yourself
I've found good things
To endure
The heat of hunger
When I go to bed
And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And throw yourself
I know you won't do it
Your soliloquy prevails
And I know you won't say
Words of truth
And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And throw yourself
I know you won't do it
The sky falls on the sea
I know you won't say
Words of truth
I've found good things
To endure
The heat of hunger
When I go to bed
And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And throw yourself
Throw yourself
Throw yourself
Throw yourself