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| Tarde (Sin Daños A Terceros) | Late (Without Harm To The Third Party) |
| Justamente ahora Irrumpes en mi vida Con tu cuerpo exacto y ojos de asesina. Tarde como siempre Nos llega la fortuna Tú ibas con él Yo iba con ella Jugando a ser felices por desesperados Por no aguardar los sueños Por miedo a quedar solos Pero llegamos tarde Te vi y me viste Nos reconocimos enseguida Pero tarde maldita sea la hora Que encontré lo que soñé Tarde Tanto soñarte y extrañarte sin tenerte Tanto inventarte Tanto buscarte por las calles como un loco Sin encontrarte Y ahí va uno de tonto Por desesperado Confundiendo amor con compañía Y ese miedo idiota de verte viejo y sin pareja Te hace escoger con la cabeza Lo que es del corazón Y no tengo nada contra ellos La rabia es contra el tiempo Por ponerte junto a mí Tarde Ganas de huir De no verte ni la sombra De pensar que esto fue un sueño o una pesadilla Que nunca apareciste Que nunca has existido Ganas de besarte De coincidir contigo. De acercarme un poco Y amarrarte en un abrazo De mirarte a los ojos Y decirte bienvenida Pero llegamos tarde Te vi y me viste Nos reconocimos enseguida Pero tarde Quizás en otras vidas Quizás en otras muertes Que ganas de rozarte Que ganas de tocarte De acercarme a ti y golpearte con un beso De fugarnos para siempre Sin daños a terceros |
Right now You burst into my life With your perfect body and murderess' eyes. Late as always Fortune gets to us You were going with him I was going with her Playing at being happy through desperation Through not waiting for our dreams Through fear of remaining alone But we arrived late I saw you and you saw me We recognised each other immediately But too damned late would be the time That I found what I dreamed of Too late Dreaming of you so much and missing you without having you Picturing you so much Looking for you so much along the streets like a madman Without finding you And there goes one idiotic Through desperation Confusing love with company And this idiotic fear of seeing yourself old and without a partner Makes you choose with the head What is of the heart And I do not have anything against them The anger is against time For putting you next to me Too late Longing to run away To not see even your shadow To think that this was a dream or a nightmare That you never appeared That you have never existed Longing to kiss you To meet you To bring myself a little closer And bind you in an embrace To look at your eyes And saying “Welcome” to you But we arrived late I saw you and you saw me We recognised each other immediately But too late Perhaps in other lives Perhaps in other deaths Longing to brush against you Longing to touch you To bring myself closer to you and smack you with a kiss To run off together forever Without harm to the third party |