Querubín - Bersuit Vergarabat

Hoy lo prometido se hizo sentir, mis laganas, mis ojos rojos, para seguir asíi

un angelito gris y mis llamas, y me dan ganas no deja de existir no deja de imprimir, sustancias altamente tóxicas en sus besos.

Suelo acercarme sin ir hasta el borde de tus suenos, puedo tocarte partir

sin modelarte.

Hoy quiero callar tu crecimiento, parado y aquí vos cambias, te trato mal

me trato mal, el tiempo no es sutíl, me queda un malvivir y todo, un mal de ti en otro espacio, suelo acercarme sin ir hasta el borde de tus suenos,

puedo tocarte partir sin modelarte

Today what was promised made itself felt, my laganas, my red eyes, to continue like this

a little gray angel and my flames, and they make me want to, they don't stop existing, they don't stop printing, highly toxic substances in their kisses.

I usually get closer without going to the edge of your dreams, I can touch you to leave

without modeling

Today I want to silence your growth, stopped and here you change, I treat you badly

I treat myself badly, time is not subtle, I have a bad life left and everything, a bad thing about you in another space, I usually get closer without going to the edge of your dreams,

I can play you leave without modeling you