En Tu Nada - Hora Zulú

Cuando la vida miraba pa otro lao descuidada

en los momentos perdidos de atardeceres cualquiera,

estudiábamos el paso de las nubes distraídos

como si en esta partida nada con nosotros fuera

Y de la nada despertó una puñalada por la cara

no es mas dulce una patada por mucho que se la espera,

no es la vida en estas cosas casi nunca delicada

y por mas que avisa casi casi siempre es traicionera

Y en la nada te perdiste, y solo quedan mis recuerdos

sabes que la nada es triste y en tu nada yo me pierdo

Casi en nada me dejaste, yo tan solo medio cuerdo

condenado a lo que fuiste, pues lo que serías me pierdo

Y no me acostumbro a no verte a mi lao y me siento vacío me siento derrotao y

hoy por más que lo pienso no quiero ponerme a pensar

Me duele tanto y tanto saber que no voy a volver a verte

que me hace falta querer creer

No tengo fuerzas ni tan siquiera pa ser fuerte

quiso la sal verme padecer

Y de la nada sale un verso en este yermo, en este inverno

donde solo se esperaba ya el final para este enfermo,

donde cada mirada desembocaba en un infierno

y en los miles de cielos que ya no encuentro cuando duermo

Y de la nada salio un llanto repetido

y eso es todo y un sabor amargo en la garganta

que pa siempre queda

Y aunque quise muchas veces abandonarlo en el olvido

no hay olvido que apartarte a ti de mi cabeza pueda

Y en la nada te perdiste solo quedan mis recuerdos

sabes que la nada es triste, y en tu nada yo me pierdo

Casi en nada me dejaste, ya tan solo medio cuerdo

condenado a lo que fuiste pues lo que serías me pierdo

No me acostumbro a no verte a mi lao

y me siento perdio me siento abandonao

de la mano de un cielo al que no me he parao a rezar

Me duele tanto y tanto saber que no voy a volver a verte

que me hace falta querer creer

No tengo fuerzas ni tan siquiera pa ser fuerte

quiso la sal verme padecer

Y tus nás hoy me parecen bofetás que da el destino,

puñalás que me llevan a lamentar mi mala suerte,

pisotones puñeteros de algún rastrero divino,

cicatrices de esas que solamente sana la muerte

Y tus nás hoy me parecen bofetás que da el destino,

puñalás que me llevan a lamentar mi mala suerte,

pisotones puñeteros de algún rastrero divino,

cicatrices de esas que solamente sana la muerte

When life looked for another lao carelessly

in the lost moments of any sunset,

we studied the passage of the clouds distracted

as if in this game nothing with us was

And out of nowhere he woke up a stab in the face

a kick is not sweeter no matter how long it is expected,

is not life in these things almost never delicate

and no matter how much she warns, she is almost always treacherous

And in nothingness you got lost, and only my memories remain

you know that nothingness is sad and in your nothingness I lose myself

You left me almost nothing, I only half sane

condemned to what you were, because what you would be I lose myself

And I can't get used to not seeing you by my side and I feel empty, I feel defeated and

Today no matter how much I think about it, I don't want to think about it

It hurts me so much and so much to know that I will not see you again

What do I need to want to believe?

I don't have the strength not even to be strong

the salt wanted to see me suffer

And out of nowhere comes a verse in this wasteland, in this winter

where only the end was expected for this patient,

where every look led to hell

and in the thousands of skies that I no longer find when I sleep

And out of nowhere came a repeated cry

and that's it and a bitter taste in the throat

that pa always remains

And although I wanted many times to abandon it into oblivion

there is no forgetting that I can get you out of my head

And in nothingness you got lost, only my memories remain

you know that nothingness is sad, and in your nothingness I get lost

Almost nothing you left me, already only half sane

condemned to what you were because what you would be I lose myself

I can't get used to not seeing you by my side

and I feel lost, I feel abandoned

from the hand of a heaven to which I have not stopped to pray

It hurts me so much and so much to know that I will not see you again

What do I need to want to believe?

I don't have the strength not even to be strong

the salt wanted to see me suffer

And your nás today seem like slaps to me that fate gives,

daggers that lead me to regret my bad luck,

bloody stomps of some divine creeper,

scars of those that only death heals

And your nás today seem like slaps to me that fate gives,

daggers that lead me to regret my bad luck,

bloody stomps of some divine creeper,

scars of those that only death heals