Casi nunca llueve - Dikers

Ya no me empapa tanto veneno y se

Que se pregunta: ¿quien peina el viento?

Que no me asusta con su lamento

Pidiendo besos que no le debo

Nubes que borré que vuelven a mi

Empujando piedras que no dañarán

Más mi sol, contigo aquí

Caminé y no hubo mas sed

Casi nunca llueve y no

¡no volveré a enloquecer!

No quise mirar ni en los charcos

Que dejé tan secos como mi piel

No me reflejo en cada gota

Que vierte su aliento de luna rotas

Que echa de menos cuando temblaba

Tras casa sueño que me mojaba

Resbalan hacia el cielo y yo

Me erizo al recordar su olor

Caminé y no hubo mas sed

Casi nunca llueve y no

¡no volveré a enloquecer!

No quise mirar ni en los charcos

Que dejé tan secos como mis ganas

De encerrar la luz

En las noches sabrás que no volverán

A empeñar mis ojos en cada cristal

Que me ofrecerá otra vez

Cantos de sirena de una blanca flor

Labios tan amargos como el corazón

Y al borde del amanecer

No podrá nublar mi voz gritando qué…

Caminé y no hubo mas sed

Casi nunca llueve y no

¡no volveré a enloquecer!

No quise mirar ni en los charcos que dejé

Tan secos como mi piel

I no longer soak so much poison and

Who wonders: who combs the wind?

that does not scare me with his lament

Asking for kisses that I don't owe

Clouds that I erased that come back to me

Pushing stones that won't hurt

More my sun, with you here

I walked and there was no more thirst

It hardly ever rains and it doesn't

I won't go crazy again!

I didn't want to look even in the puddles

That I left as dry as my skin

I am not reflected in every drop

that pours its broken moon breath

that he misses when he trembled

After home I dream that I got wet

They slide towards the sky and I

I hedgehog remembering his smell

I walked and there was no more thirst

It hardly ever rains and it doesn't

I won't go crazy again!

I didn't want to look even in the puddles

That I left as dry as my desire

To lock up the light

At night you will know that they will not return

To pawn my eyes on each crystal

What will he offer me again?

Siren songs of a white flower

Lips as bitter as the heart

And at the edge of dawn

You will not be able to cloud my voice by shouting what...

I walked and there was no more thirst

It hardly ever rains and it doesn't

I won't go crazy again!

I did not want to look even in the puddles that I left

as dry as my skin