Rodeando Precipicios - Conchita

¿Qué será de ti?

Ya casi ni me acuerdo

¿Qué será de ti?

Pasó ya tanto tiempo

Ves, al final fuimos capaces de dejar soplar el viento

Ves, al final lo conseguimos

Ya no quedan ni los restos

Casi imposible

Era pensar en resolver el laberinto

Pasamos años rodeando precipicios

Pasamos años con un pie en aquel abismo

Casi imposible

Imaginar que había luz al otro lado

Como tantas, nuestra historia se ha olvidado

¿Qué será de ti?

¿Por dónde irán tus pasos?

¿Qué será de ti?

Si no dejaste rastro

Ves, al final fuimos capaces de dejar soplar el viento

Ves, al final lo conseguimos

Ya no quedan ni los restos

Casi imposible

Era pensar en resolver el laberinto

Pasamos años rodeando precipicios

Pasamos años con un pie en aquel abismo

Casi imposible

Imaginar que había luz al otro lado

Como tantas, nuestra historia se ha olvidado

Y aunque a veces me dan por mirar hacia atrás

El pasado es un vicio que nunca se va

Ya no queda ni un rincón que rescatar

Y aunque a veces me dan por mirar hacia atrás

El pasado es un vicio que nunca se va

Ya no queda ni un telón para bajar

Casi imposible

Era pensar en resolver el laberinto

Pasamos años rodeando precipicios

Casi imposible

Era pensar en resolver el laberinto

Pasamos años rodeando precipicios

Pasamos años con un pie en aquel abismo

Casi imposible

Imaginar que había luz al otro lado

Como tantas, nuestra historia se ha olvidado

¿Qué será de ti?

What will become of you?

I almost don't remember

What will become of you?

It's been so long

See, in the end we were able to let the wind blow

See, we finally got it

There are not even the remains

Almost impossible

It was thinking about solving the maze

We spent years skirting precipices

We spent years with one foot in that abyss

Almost impossible

Imagine there was light on the other side

Like so many, our history has been forgotten

What will become of you?

Where will your steps go?

What will become of you?

If you left no trace

See, in the end we were able to let the wind blow

See, we finally got it

There are not even the remains

Almost impossible

It was thinking about solving the maze

We spent years skirting precipices

We spent years with one foot in that abyss

Almost impossible

Imagine there was light on the other side

Like so many, our history has been forgotten

And although sometimes I get to look back

The past is a vice that never goes away

There is no longer a corner to rescue

And although sometimes I get to look back

The past is a vice that never goes away

There is not a curtain left to lower

Almost impossible

It was thinking about solving the maze

We spent years skirting precipices

Almost impossible

It was thinking about solving the maze

We spent years skirting precipices

We spent years with one foot in that abyss

Almost impossible

Imagine there was light on the other side

Like so many, our history has been forgotten

What will become of you?