Viene gente
Viene gente que dice que nunca ha tenido al frente
las verdades que nunca se dicen y sólo se sienten
y palabras que no dicen nada
tan vacías como las personas que un dia las dijeron
Viene Gente que dice que calle que no cante nada
que se roba mi ilusión de golpe, mi fe enamorada
gente a las que les entregué el alma
gente que no valora la calma que simplemente di
Viene Gente que no se da cuenta que la vida es corta
por lo menos la mía lo es, si tu ya no te asomas
y lo malo que tiene la gente
es que no se da cuenta que miente
cuando dice pasado es pasado
que no quiere tener a su lado de nuevo el amor
Viene Gente que dice que el alma esta comprometida
que no saca su luna, su magia, su eterna poesía
gente que ya no tiene la fuerza
de asumir que se muere de ganas de dar y de recibir
Viene Gente que no se da cuenta que ya no me importa
asumir que ya no estás aqui que tu ausencia me corta
y lo malo que tiene admitirlo
es que no volverás con pedirlo
si tienes en tu dedo el gatillo
ven dispara y que muera conmigo
entero el amor, el amor..el amor
Viene Gente que no se da cuenta que la vida es corta
por lo menos la mía lo es, si tu ya no te asomas
y lo malo que tiene la gente
es que no se da cuenta que miente
cuando dice pasado es pasado
que no quiere tener a su lado de nuevo el amor
...y que no se da cuenta que ya no me importa
asumir que ya no estás aqui que tu ausencia me corta
y lo malo que tiene admitirlo
es que no volverás con pedirlo
si tienes en tu dedo el gatillo
ven dispara y que muera conmigo entero el amor
el amor..el amor..yeah yeah yeah...el amor
People are coming
People are coming who say they have never had in front of them
the truths that are never spoken and only felt
and words that say nothing
eas empty as the people who once said them
People are coming who say I should be quiet and not sing anything
who steal my illusion at once, my loving faith
to whom I gave my soul
people who do not value the calm that I simply gave
People are coming who do not realize that life is short
at least mine is, if you no longer show up
and the bad thing about people
is that they do not realize they lie
when they say the past is the past
that they do not want love back by their side
People are coming who say the soul is committed
who do not bring out their moon, their magic, their eternal poetry
people who no longer have the strength
to admit that they are dying to give and receive
People are coming who do not realize that I no longer care
to admit that you are no longer here, that your absence cuts me
and the bad thing about admitting it
is that you will not return just by asking
if you have the trigger on your finger
come shoot and let love die with me
whole love, love.. love
People are coming who do not realize that life is short
at least mine is, if you no longer show up
and the bad thing about people
is that they do not realize they lie
when they say the past is the past
that they do not want love back by their side
...and they do not realize that I no longer care
to admit that you are no longer here, that your absence cuts me
and the bad thing about admitting it
is that you will not return just by asking
if you have the trigger on your finger
come shoot and let love die with me
whole love, love.. love.. yeah yeah yeah.. love