Batalla Sin Luz
Muchas veces sueña con poderse dormir,
Tan profundo como un submarino aleman,
Y se da vuelta
Con el humo negro nicotina mortal,
Lejos del oasis donde quiere vivir,
Y se desvela
Filtros y mas filtros van formando un colchón,
Donde se refugia lo que queda de el...
(Que queda)
Por el mar onírico batalla sin luz,
Nunca tuvo claro si no quiere perder,
Y pega un salto...
Miles de soldados van cargando su cruz,
Los mismos soldados que se suele inventar,
Para dormirse
Y que bonita es la humedad en la pared,
Querer algo, un mensaje,
Algo unico tal vez..
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared,
Querer algo, un mensaje,
Algo unico tal vez
Ya no esta tan solo, no
Muchas veces sueña con poderse dormir,
Tan profundo como un submarino aleman,
Y se da vuelta...
Con el humo negro nicotina mortal,
Lejos del oasis donde quiere vivir,
Y se desvela
Filtros y mas filtros van formando un colchón,
Donde se refugia lo que queda, de el
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared,
Querer algo, un mensaje,
Algo unico tal vez
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared
Querer algo, un mensaje,
Algo unico tal vez
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared
Algo unico tal vez
Ya no esta tan solo, no!
Battle Without Light
So many times he dreams of falling asleep,
As deep as a German submarine,
And he turns over
With the deadly black nicotine smoke,
Far from the oasis where he wants to live,
And he can't sleep
Filters and more filters are forming a mattress,
Where what’s left of him takes refuge...
(What’s left)
In the dreamlike sea, a battle without light,
He never really knew if he doesn’t want to lose,
And he jumps...
Thousands of soldiers are carrying their cross,
The same soldiers he tends to make up,
To fall asleep
And how nice is the dampness on the wall,
Wanting something, a message,
Something unique maybe...
How nice is the dampness on the wall,
Wanting something, a message,
Something unique maybe
He’s not so alone anymore, no
So many times he dreams of falling asleep,
As deep as a German submarine,
And he turns over...
With the deadly black nicotine smoke,
Far from the oasis where he wants to live,
And he can't sleep
Filters and more filters are forming a mattress,
Where what’s left of him takes refuge,
How nice is the dampness on the wall,
Wanting something, a message,
Something unique maybe
How nice is the dampness on the wall
Wanting something, a message,
Something unique maybe
How nice is the dampness on the wall
How nice is the dampness on the wall
Something unique maybe
He’s not so alone anymore, no!