Calaveras - La Trampa

Calaveras lastimadas se amontonan a beber

arrastrando el peso muerto de lo que no pudo ser.

Calaveras celebrando el funeral de la razón,

deshojando margaritas, todo gira alrededor.

Calaveras que se ahogan manoteando el mostrador.

Ojos secos que se miran, que no encuentran matador.

Calaveras que se quedan, calaveras que se van,

recorriendo el camposanto de las mesas de algún bar.

Porque sos un hombre fuerte pides otro trago más

y aunque estás tan lastimado sabes que no es el final.

Ya se marchan los recuerdos, míralos girar.

Cada pena y cada herida, todo gira y ya se va.

Calaveras lastimadas se amontonan a beber,

arrastrando el peso muerto de lo que no pudo ser.

Calaveras que se quedan, calaveras que se van,

recorriendo el camposanto de las mesas de algún bar.

Porque sos un hombre fuerte pides otro trago más

y aunque estás tan lastimado sabes que no es el final.

Ya se marchan los recuerdos, míralos girar.

Cada pena y cada herida, todo gira y ya se va.

Injured skulls huddle together to drink

dragging the dead weight of what could not be.

Skulls celebrating the funeral of reason,

defoliating daisies, everything revolves around.

Drowning skulls slapping the counter.

Dry eyes that look at each other, that do not find a killer.

Skulls that stay, skulls that go,

walking through the graveyard of the tables of some bar.

Because you are a strong man you ask for another drink

and even though you're so hurt you know it's not the end.

The memories are already leaving, watch them spin.

Every sorrow and every wound, everything turns and it's gone.

Hurt skulls huddle together to drink,

dragging the dead weight of what could not be.

Skulls that stay, skulls that go,

walking through the graveyard of the tables of some bar.

Because you are a strong man you ask for another drink

and even though you're so hurt you know it's not the end.

The memories are already leaving, watch them spin.

Every sorrow and every wound, everything turns and it's gone.