Diferente
Tiene una mixtura de violencia con ternura,
Toca una guitarra fabricada en taiwán,
El pelo al viento larga olor a vinagreta,
Puede que te asuste su manera de pensar
Él escribe solo, canta solo, escucha solo, todo solo,
Él escribe solo, canta solo, escucha solo, todo solo
Con una remera que no sabe de quién era
Mira de reojo como perro por saltar,
Canta melodías que no son para esta era,
No existe mercado que las pueda asimilar
Él escribe solo, canta solo, escucha solo, todo solo,
Él escribe solo, canta solo, escucha solo, todo solo
Con la mirada perdida se va,
Casi tan transparente para el resto de la gente,
Siguiendo el rastro que pudo encontrar
Un amor diferente
Miles de costuras que luquean su bermuda
Forman un dibujo tan abstracto y tan real,
Dura su presencia lo que dura su coherencia
Habla poco claro pero nunca habla de más
Él escribe solo, canta solo, escucha solo, todo solo,
Él escribe solo, canta solo, escucha solo, todo solo
Él escribe solo, canta solo, escucha solo, todo solo,
Él escribe solo, canta solo, escucha solo, todo solo
Con la mirada perdida se va,
Casi tan transparente para el resto de la gente,
Siguiendo el rastro que pudo encontrar
Un amor diferente
Different
It's a mix of violence and tenderness,
Plays a guitar made in Taiwan,
Hair blowing in the wind, smells like vinaigrette,
His way of thinking might scare you.
He writes alone, sings alone, listens alone, all alone,
He writes alone, sings alone, listens alone, all alone.
Wearing a shirt he doesn't know who it belonged to,
Glances sideways like a dog ready to jump,
Sings melodies that aren't for this era,
There's no market that can handle them.
He writes alone, sings alone, listens alone, all alone,
He writes alone, sings alone, listens alone, all alone.
With a lost look, he walks away,
Almost invisible to everyone else,
Following the trail he could find,
A different kind of love.
Thousands of stitches sparkle on his shorts,
Forming a design so abstract and so real,
His presence lasts as long as his coherence,
He speaks unclearly but never says too much.
He writes alone, sings alone, listens alone, all alone,
He writes alone, sings alone, listens alone, all alone.
He writes alone, sings alone, listens alone, all alone,
He writes alone, sings alone, listens alone, all alone.
With a lost look, he walks away,
Almost invisible to everyone else,
Following the trail he could find,
A different kind of love.