A contrapelo - Christina Rosenvinge

Son las dies y ella está

Desnuda aunque tú vestido

Y sin hablar dice ven

Que pena, tú ya te has ido

Los ojos de ir a llorar

Las garras de terciopelo

Mejor dar un paso atrás

Que otra noche a contrapelo

Fumas en el portal

Estás solo, estás a salvo

No miras en el cristal

Por miedo a notarte calvo

Sin nadie con quien andar

Andar pero en paralelo

Sin cruzarse sin arriesgar

Mas noches a contrapelo

Y es que hablar en plural

A ti te cuesta tanto

Pasa a ser temporal

Sin mojarte ni el pie

Yeh yeeeeeh!

En el mundo real

Nada crece sin sacrificio

No recives sin dar

No hay fácil no hay armisticio

Tu duermete peter pan

El niño que tiene celos

Que nadie va a pertubar

Tus noches a contra pelo

It's ten o'clock and she's

Naked although you dress

And without speaking he says come

What a pity, you have already left

The eyes of going to cry

The velvet claws

better take a step back

What another night against the grain

You smoke in the portal

You are alone, you are safe

You don't look in the glass

For fear of noticing you bald

With no one to hang out with

Walk but in parallel

Without crossing without risking

More nights against the grain

And it is that speaking in plural

It costs you so much

becomes temporary

Without getting your foot wet

Yeh yeeeeeh!

In the real world

Nothing grows without sacrifice

Don't receive without giving

There is no easy, there is no armistice

you sleep peter pan

The boy who is jealous

That no one is going to disturb

your nights against your hair