No Hay
No hay domingo que no sea violento
No hay un rock and roll que no te traiga a vos.
No hay un gol en Boedo que no te dibuje *(y bueno, la chica era cuerva...)
Deleitando toda esa efusión.
No se puede nutrir una flor en Otoño
No podemos soñar en estado de insomnio.
Imposible es contemplar el sol supremo
Si las nubes predominan en el cielo.
No hay más que una certeza angustiante
Que desconsolada, grita que no...
Que no hay nada igual a vos.
No hay cerveza más rica que aquella
Que posada en tus labios yo pude beber.
No hay caricias de iguales pericias
Ya no quiere otras manos mi piel.
No se puede nutrir una flor en Otoño
No podemos soñar en estado de insomnio.
Imposible es contemplar el sol supremo
Si las nubes predominan en el cielo.
No hay más que una certeza angustiante
Que desconsolada, grita que no...
Que no hay nada igual a vos.
There's Nothing
There's no Sunday that isn't violent
There's no rock and roll that doesn't bring you back.
There's no goal in Boedo that doesn't sketch you out *(and well, the girl was a fan...)
Delighting in all that excitement.
You can't nurture a flower in Autumn
We can't dream while we're wide awake.
It's impossible to gaze at the supreme sun
If the clouds dominate the sky.
There's only one distressing certainty
That heartbroken, screams that no...
That there's nothing like you.
There's no beer as good as that one
That resting on your lips I got to drink.
There's no caresses with equal skill
My skin doesn't want other hands anymore.
You can't nurture a flower in Autumn
We can't dream while we're wide awake.
It's impossible to gaze at the supreme sun
If the clouds dominate the sky.
There's only one distressing certainty
That heartbroken, screams that no...
That there's nothing like you.