La Sin Razón - La Vela Puerca

¿Dónde se habrá ido su sol?

¿Dónde irá a pisar esta vez?

¿Sobre qué baldosa llorar para poder vomitar, lo que le dijo una vez?

¿Por qué ya no puede volar, le tiene agarrado los pies?

Algún día, lo va a soltar y luego se va a estrellar contra lo que debe ser

Será porque no quiere compartirla con el miedo

Será que hoy su dado no quiere tirar de nuevo

Y a reventar hasta que ya no quede ni una parte

Me dijo ayer ya no quiere robarte y menos darte

¿Dónde mierda está la verdad?

Se esconde adentro de su piel

Lo saluda la sin-razón, detrás de su corazón, queda un poquito de miel

Se para a pedir otra más, la burbuja ciega su sed

Y, con un toque de piedad, busca dentro de su edad como salir otra vez

Será porque no quiere compartirla con el miedo

Será que hoy su dado no quiere tirar de nuevo

Y a reventar hasta que ya no quede ni una parte

Me dijo ayer ya no quiere robarte y menos darte

¿Dónde se habrá ido su sol?

¿Dónde irá a pisar esta vez?

¿Sobre qué baldosa llorar para poder vomitar, lo que le dijo una vez?

¿Dónde mierda está la verdad?

Se esconde adentro de su piel

Lo saluda la sin-razón, detrás de su corazón, queda un poquito de miel

Será porque no quiere compartirla con el miedo

Será que hoy su dado no quiere tirar de nuevo

Y a reventar hasta que ya no quede ni una parte

Me dijo ayer ya no quiere robarte y menos darte

Where has his sun gone?

Where will you step this time?

What tile to cry on so she could vomit, what she told him once?

Why can't she fly anymore, she's got her feet?

Someday she's gonna let go and then she's gonna crash into what's meant to be

It will be because she does not want to share it with fear

It will be that today her die does not want to throw again

And to burst until she is no longer a part

She told me yesterday she no longer wants to steal from you and much less give you

Where the fuck is the truth?

She hides inside her skin

She greets him with unreason, behind her heart, there is a little bit of honey left

She stops to ask for another one, the bubble blinds her thirst

And, with a touch of mercy, she looks within her age of her how to go out again

It will be because she does not want to share it with fear

It will be that today her die does not want to throw again

And to burst until she is no longer a part

She told me yesterday she no longer wants to steal from you and much less give you

Where will her sun have gone from her?

Where will you step this time?

What tile to cry on so she could throw up, which she told him once?

Where the fuck is the truth?

It hides inside your skin

Unreason greets him, behind her heart, there is a little honey left

It will be because he does not want to share it with fear

Could it be that today your die doesn't want to roll again

And to burst until there is not even a part left

He told me yesterday he no longer wants to steal from you and much less give you