Como una Flor - Malú

Encerrado en un cuerpo equivocado,

con mil llagas en las manos,

luchando por vivir

dentro del huracn que le atropella,

que le asfixia y que le atrapa,

que tanto le hizo sufrir.

Lo importante era al fin,

su manera de sentir.

La esperanza le jug malas pasadas,

devolvindola en revancha

el afecto que entregaba;

y an el huracn le atormentaba

esos sueos que anhelaba

sentir como una flor;

done no existe condena,

si se trata de l o ella.

El viento va, peinndote,

s que es posible que esconda su amor

bajo un rincn, sin dejarse ver,

si por un beso poner la vida,

que importa tu sexo

si pones el alma en cada gesto de amor que te dabas.

Como una flor siente dolor

al deshojarle el corazn,

sientes la espina que rompe tu llanto.

Si por un beso pones la vida

que importa tu sexo

si pones el alma…

Y hoy que vuelves la mirada a tu pasado,

y quizs emocionado te preguntas el por qu

vali la pena acaso tanto esfuerzo?

Soportando tempestades

por sentir como una flor;

donde no existe condena

si se trata de l o ella.

Y comprendes que la vida est de vuelta

y sonres con ms fuerza contemplando esta vez

que en vez de un huracn, ya solo hay prisa,

peinarte no se fija

si se trata de ella o l,

y ahora no existe condena,

y al final vali la pena.

El viento va peinndote,

s que es posible que esconda su amor

bajo un rincn sin dejarse ver.

Si por un beso pones la vida

que importa tu sexo

si pones el alma en cada gesto de amor que le dabas.

Como una flor sientes dolor

al deshojarse el corazn,

sientes la espina que rompe tu llanto.

Si por un beso pones la vida

que importa tu sex

Locked in a wrong body,

with a thousand sores on his hands,

fighting to live

inside the hurricane that hits him,

that suffocates him and traps him,

that made him suffer so much.

The important thing was finally,

the way you feel about him.

Hope played tricks on him,

returning her in revenge

the affection he gave;

and still the hurricane tormented him

those dreams that he longed for

feel like a flower;

where there is no sentence,

if it is about him or her.

The wind goes, combing your hair,

I know that it is possible that he hides his love

under a corner, without being seen,

if for a kiss put life,

what does your sex matter

if you put your soul into every gesture of love you gave yourself.

Like a flower feels pain

by defoliating his heart,

you feel the thorn that breaks your cry.

If for a kiss you put your life

what does your sex matter

if you put your soul…

And today that you look back at your past,

and maybe excited you wonder why

Was it worth so much effort?

withstanding storms

for feeling like a flower;

where there is no condemnation

if it is about him or her.

And you understand that life is back

and you smile more strongly contemplating this time

that instead of a hurricane, there is only a hurry,

combing your hair is not fixed

if it's about her or he about her,

and now there is no condemnation,

and in the end it was worth it.

The wind is combing your hair,

I know that it is possible that he hides his love

under a corner without being seen.

If for a kiss you put your life

what does your sex matter

if you put your soul into every gesture of love you gave him.

Like a flower you feel pain

when defoliating the heart,

you feel the thorn that breaks your cry.

If for a kiss you put your life

what does your sex matter