Cacería - Abel Pintos

Nos estamos haciendo mal

En lugar de partir las diferencias

Nos abrimos más heridas

Con el filo que nos queda

Nos usamos de paracaídas

Gritándonos «sálvese quien pueda»

Nos estamos haciendo mal

Nos estamos haciendo mal

En lugar de servir a la inconciencia

Nos mentimos por la espalda

Con el miedo que nos quema

Nos matamos en la cacería

Contamos el viento que nos lleva

Nos estamos haciendo mal

A veces nos alcanza con mirarnos

A veces con lastimarnos

¿Cómo he llegado aquí?

¿Qué hacíamos allí?

No había tiempo para explicarnos

A veces nos alcanza con mirarnos

Nos estamos haciendo al

En lugar de aceptar la derrota

Maquillamos la miseria

Por la furia que provoca

Evitamos palabras prohibidas

Temblamos rozándonos la boca

A veces nos alcanza con mirarnos

A veces con lastimarnos

¿Cómo he llegado aquí?

¿Qué hacíamos allí?

No había tiempo para explicarnos

A veces nos alcanza con mirarnos

A veces nos alcanza con mirarnos

Y a veces con lastimarnos

¿Cómo he llegado aquí?

¿Qué hacías tú allí?

No había tiempo para explicarnos

A veces nos alcanza con mirarnos

Oh, mirarnos

we're doing wrong

Instead of dividing the differences

We open more wounds

With the edge that we have left

We use ourselves as a parachute

Shouting "every man for himself"

we're doing wrong

we're doing wrong

Instead of serving the unconscious

We lie behind our backs

With the fear that burns us

We killed each other on the hunt

We count the wind that carries us

we're doing wrong

Sometimes it is enough for us to look at each other

Sometimes with hurting ourselves

How did I get here?

What were we doing there?

There was no time to explain

Sometimes it is enough for us to look at each other

we are doing to

Instead of accepting defeat

We make up misery

Because of the fury it provokes

We avoid forbidden words

We tremble brushing our mouths

Sometimes it is enough for us to look at each other

Sometimes with hurting ourselves

How did I get here?

What were we doing there?

There was no time to explain

Sometimes it is enough for us to look at each other

Sometimes it is enough for us to look at each other

And sometimes with hurting ourselves

How did I get here?

What were you doing there?

There was no time to explain

Sometimes it is enough for us to look at each other

oh look at us