Besos Como Balas - Luis Eduardo Aute

A riesgo de que digan que estoy loco

Por no buscar el oro en lo que toco

No pienso rebelarme contra mi enajenación

Cansado de vivir sin salvavidas

Sé bien que no es la mano del Rey Midas

La que vendrá a salvar mi naufragado corazón

Y no me romperán los huesos ni quemarán mis alas

Les basta y sobra con dar besos

Besos como balas…

Me advierten «mira, no juegues con fuego

Respeta al menos las reglas del juego

O hazte a la idea de tener a mano un extintor»

Declaro que me bato en retirada

No sé jugar con las cartas marcadas

Será que nunca tuve vocación de ganador

Me recomiendan que no escupa al cielo

Si mi propósito es pisar el suelo

Y no cruzar una tormenta en vuelo sin motor

Aunque me expulsen de sus paraísos

No pienso doblegarme a sus avisos

Y menos si quien viene a darme aviso es un traidor

At the risk of being told I'm crazy

For not looking for the gold in what I touch

I do not intend to rebel against my alienation

Tired of living without lifeguards

I know well that it is not the hand of King Midas

The one who will come to save my shipwrecked heart

And they won't break my bones or burn my wings

It is enough for them to give kisses

Kisses like bullets...

They warn me "look, don't play with fire

Respect at least the rules of the game

Or make up your mind to have a fire extinguisher handy»

I declare that I am in retreat

I don't know how to play with marked cards

Could it be that I never had a vocation to be a winner?

They recommend me not to spit at the sky

If my purpose is to step on the ground

And not cross a storm by gliding

Even if they expel me from their paradises

I do not intend to bend to your warnings

And even less so if the person who comes to warn me is a traitor