Pequeños Clavos - Medina Azahara

Esas pequeñas cosas

Que a veces ni se nombran

Por eso duelen tanto

A veces sin quererlo

Nos da miedo nombrarlas

Y son pequeños clavos

Que se nos clavan en la piel

Se olvidan las palabras y vuelve el silencio

Y ese pequeño mundo nos hace ver lo que no es

Cuando todo es oscuro

Se rompe lo seguro

Nos da miedo el futuro

Esas pequeñas cosas

Recuerdos de otros tiempos

Que son solo momentos

Que construimos si querer

Se olvidan las palabra y vuelve el silencio

Rompiendo los momento que quizá no vuelvan más

Se olvidan las palabras y vuelve el silencio

Y ese pequeño mundo nos hace ver lo que no es

Esas absurdas cosas

Que entran en la mente

Y que aveces nos hieren

Son solo confusiones

De esos extraños sueños

Y locos pensamientos

Que se nos clavan en la piel

Those little things

That sometimes they are not even named

That's why they hurt so much

sometimes unintentionally

We are afraid to name them

And they are small nails

That they stick in our skin

Words are forgotten and silence returns

And that little world makes us see what it is not

when everything is dark

The insurance is broken

We are afraid of the future

Those little things

Memories of other times

that are just moments

What we build if we want

The words are forgotten and silence returns

Breaking the moments that may not come back

Words are forgotten and silence returns

And that little world makes us see what it is not

those absurd things

that enter the mind

And that sometimes they hurt us

They are just confusion

Of those strange dreams

and crazy thoughts

That they stick in our skin