Llora - Kaydy Cain

Y ella llora, porque sabe que me casé con la calle y nunca será mi señora

Porque pensaba que todo iba a mejorar pero solo se empeora

Porque sabe que tengo los días contados como agua en la cantimplora

Y me quiere, por eso llora…

Yo también lloro, aunque que no lo veas

Yo también sufro, aunque no me creas

Me rodeo de putas pero ninguna me llena

Y alguna vez he pensado en cortarme las venas

Ahora puedo dejarla y en verdad no quiero hacerlo

Ni quería salir de ella porque estabas dentro

Pero desde fuera se la echa mucho de menos

Yo quiero a las dos aunque ninguna quiera verlo

La calle está celosa de ti, tú de la calle

Pero para mi se hacen las dos inseparables

Tú me das la vida, la calle me la quita

Tú eres para mi como en la herida una tirita

Y ella sufre porque me quiere

Y ve que las heridas nunca dejan de sangrar

Me dice que está cansada de curarlas

Que me vaya pal' carajo, que me aguante mi mamá

Y ella llora, porque sabe que me casé con la calle y nunca será mi señora

Porque pensaba que todo iba a mejorar pero solo se empeora

Porque sabe que tengo los días contados como agua en la cantimplora

Y me quiere, por eso llora…

Dice que pare un poco, que fumo mucho

Y que sigo llego tan tarde porque me ducho

Me dice que me acerque para ver a que huelo

Me dice que me acerque para ver lo que llevo

A veces ha llegado hasta chuparme la nariz

A veces hasta me registra dentro del calcetín

A veces piensa que voy a dejar de consumir

Y no es así, dice que al final yo solo voy a morir

Y ella llora, porque sabe que me casé con la calle y nunca será mi señora

Porque pensaba que todo iba a mejorar pero solo se empeora

Porque sabe que tengo los días contados como agua en la cantimplora

Y me quiere, por eso llora…

And she cries, because she knows that I married the street and she will never be my lady

Cause she thought everything was gonna get better but it only gets worse

Because she knows that my days are numbered like water in the canteen

And she loves me, that's why she cries...

I cry too, even if you don't see it

I suffer too, even if you don't believe me

I surround myself with whores but none fills me up

And have I ever thought about cutting my wrists

Now I can leave her and I really don't want to

I didn't want to get out of it because you were inside

But from the outside she misses her so much

I love both of them even if neither wants to see it

The street is jealous of you, you of the street

But for me the two become inseparable

You give me life, the street takes it from me

You are for me like a band-aid in the wound

And she suffers because she loves me

And she sees that wounds never stop bleeding

She tells me that she is tired of curing them

Let me go to hell, let my mom put up with me

And she cries, because she knows that I married the street and she will never be my lady.

Cause she thought everything was gonna get better but it only gets worse

Because he knows that my days are numbered like water in the canteen

And he loves me, that's why he cries...

She says stop a bit, I smoke a lot

And that I still arrive so late because I take a shower

She tells me to come closer to see what I smell

She tells me to come closer to see what I'm wearing

Sometimes it has gone so far as to suck my nose

Sometimes she even registers me inside the sock

Sometimes he thinks I'm going to stop using

And it's not like that, she says that in the end I'm just going to die

And she cries, because she knows that I married the street and she will never be my lady.

Cause she thought everything would get better but she only gets worse

Because she knows that my days are numbered like water in the canteen

And she loves me, that's why she cries...