Buscando Casa - Los Claxons

Algunas veces

Prefiero ignorar

Que tengo tantas astillas lastimándome la piel

Y me roban la calma

No no no no

No puedo pensar, no pienso mas

Nublan mis ideas y hacen de mi todo lo que quieran

Es difícil lograrlo solo

Mejor subo al tren, ya me voy

Digo adiós, a todo, todo

Por la ventana, pasan las cosas

Se sienta una mujer preciosa

A mi lado volteando

Me habla y se acerca y me dice, ¿vos que pasa?

Andas de viaje o vas a casa

Le sonreí sin contestarle

Sera cuestión de tiempo

Para que tenga que partir de nuevo

(no puedo estar conmigo)

Gota a gota el pasado erosiona mi suelo

No puedo estar pensando en mis ideas

Me alcanza y hace lo que quiera

Y es difícil lograrlo solo

Y mejor subo al tren

Ya me voy

Digo adiós a todo, todo

Por la ventana, pasan las cosas

Se sienta una mujer preciosa

A mi lado volteando

Me habla y se acerca y me dice, ¿vos que pasa?

Andas de viaje o vas a casa

Le sonreí sin contestarle

No me canso de estar

Rodando y sin pensar corriendo

Cruzando estaciones y sin distracciones

Buscando, buscando

Me subo al tren, ya me voy

Digo adiós a todo, todo

Por la ventana, pasan las cosas

Se sienta otra mujer preciosa

A mi lado volteando

Me habla y me acerco y le digo, ¿hey que pasa?

Andas de viaje o vas a casa

Me sonríe sin contestarme

Sometimes

I prefer to ignore

That I have so many splinters hurting my skin

And they steal my calm

No no no no

I can't think, I don't think anymore

They cloud my ideas and make of me everything they want

It's hard to do it alone

I better get on the train, I'm leaving

I say goodbye, to everything, everything

Through the window, things happen

She sits a beautiful woman

next to me turning

She talks to me and approaches me and says, what's going on?

Are you traveling or going home?

I smiled at him without answering

It will be a matter of time

So that I have to leave again

(can't be with me)

Drop by drop the past erodes my soil

I can't be thinking of my ideas

She catches up with me and does what she wants

And it's hard to do it alone

And I better get on the train

I'm going now

I say goodbye to everything, everything

Through the window, things happen

sits a beautiful woman

next to me turning

He talks to me and comes closer and tells me, what's going on?

Are you traveling or going home?

I smiled at him without answering

I don't get tired of being

Rolling and mindlessly running

Crossing stations and no distractions

Searching, searching

I get on the train, I'm leaving

I say goodbye to everything, everything

Through the window, things happen

Sit another precious woman

next to me turning

He talks to me and I approach him and say, hey, what's up?

Are you traveling or going home?

He smiles at me without answering