Mirando - Indras

Puede ser, que ya no estemos como ayer,

o tal vez, me pegue contra la pared…

no lo s?, ?tendr?a que sentirme bien?

M?

rame, no puedo mantenerme en pie,

los porqu?

s, las dudas a?

n por resolver,

hacen que, pasemos de cincuenta a cien…

Mientras tanto yo esperando

y tu cambiandote de bando…

Mirando, se puede distinguir que aguanto,

que te he echado de menos tanto…

que ya no puedo con mi voz, ni tu soul,

ni tu pop, ni mi rock…

MIRANDO, el tiempo que me est?

enga?

ando,

los d?

as se siguen pasando,

y tu no sabes si soy yo

o es la falta de aliento entre dos…

Mirando… mirando… se nos para el reloj…

Me quedaron tantas cosas por decir,

tantas puertas por abrir, tanta mierda en mi jard?

n

que no puedo distinguir si vas o vienes,

si decides o retienes,

me dejas, me quieres…

Para ti debe ser f?

cil decidir,

yo esperando a que te pases por aqu?

y me digas que has pensado

que lo nuestro se ha acabado

y que no crea que es por mi…

Yo bajando, tu siempre hacia arriba,

yo callado, tu te precipitas…

Mis razones y tus despedidas

me demuestran que a tu boca ya no le queda saliva.

Mirando…

Mirando… mirando… se nos para el reloj…

It may be that we are no longer like yesterday,

Or maybe I hit the wall...

I don't know, should I feel good?

m?

Rame, I can't stand up

the why?

yes, doubts to?

n to solve,

They make us go from fifty to one hundred…

meanwhile me waiting

and you changing sides...

Looking, you can tell that I'm holding on,

I've missed you so much...

that I can no longer with my voice, nor your soul,

neither your pop, nor my rock...

WATCHING, the time that is me?

deceived?

I walk

the D?

that's how they keep happening,

and you don't know if it's me

or is it the lack of breath between two…

Looking… looking… the clock stops…

I had so many things left to say,

so many doors to open, so much shit in my garden?

no

I can't tell if you're coming or going

if you decide or withhold,

you leave me, you love me...

For you it must be f?

easy to decide,

Me waiting for you to come over here?

and tell me what you thought

that ours is over

and don't think it's because of me...

I going down, you always up,

I keep quiet, you rush...

My reasons and your goodbyes

they show me that your mouth no longer has saliva left.

Looking…

Looking… looking… the clock stops…