Poco
No hace frío afuera
Y me desespera no volver a florecer
Está muy oscuro
Detrás de este muro no me ves
No me ves
Ya no siento el fuego
Voy quedando ciego y no lo sé
No lo sé
La verdad es ésta
Y a veces me cuesta comprender
Que no lo sé
Voy viviendo muy de a poco
Voy sintiendo gusto a poco
Siento tantas voces
Que no me conocen
Que no ven que no sé
Si estoy acá adentro
Porque no me encuentro y no me ves
Vos no me ves
Voy viviendo muy de a poco
Voy sintiendo gusto a poco
Ya no siento el fuego
Voy quedando ciego y no lo sé
Yo no lo sé
La verdad es ésta
Y casi siempre a mí me cuesta
Comprender que no la sé, que no la sé
Little
It's not cold outside
And it frustrates me not to bloom again
It's very dark
Behind this wall, you don't see me
You don't see me
I no longer feel the fire
I'm going blind and I don't know
I don't know
The truth is this
And sometimes I struggle to understand
That I don't know
I'm living very slowly
I'm feeling little by little
I hear so many voices
That don't know me
That don't see that I don't know
If I'm in here
Because I can't find myself and you don't see me
You don't see me
I'm living very slowly
I'm feeling little by little
I no longer feel the fire
I'm going blind and I don't know
I don't know
The truth is this
And it's almost always hard for me
To understand that I don't know, that I don't know
Escrita por: Emiliano Brancciari