Destierro - No Te Va Gustar

Esa salida, ese final

Es la mentira que hace dudar

Es el destierro, del propio infierno

De quien debiera dedicarse a jugar

Tal vez un día, pueda volver

Pero está ciego, no puede ver!

Que cruzó el cerco, ya no es un cuerpo

Y su cabeza no entiende…

Que ya no hay tinta

Que no hay papel

Gritos caricias que le hagan ver

Que mamá esta preocupada

Dónde está tu buen corazón?

Dónde está tu sueño campeón?

Quién te convirtió en un sicario

Ni la gente del barrio te conoce la voz

Sos la salida, sos el final

Sos la mentira que hace dudar

Sos el destierro del propio infierno

Y su cabeza no entiende…

Que ya no hay tinta

Que no hay papel

Gritos caricias que le hagan ver

Que mamá esta preocupada

Que mamá esta preocupada

Que mamá esta preocupada por él!

That exit, that ending

It is the lie that makes you doubt

It is exile, from hell itself

Of who should dedicate himself to playing

Maybe one day, I can come back

But he's blind, he can't see!

That he crossed the fence, he is no longer a body

And his head doesn't understand...

That there is no more ink

that there is no paper

Screams caresses that make him see

that mom is worried

Where is your good heart?

Where is your dream champion?

Who turned you into a hitman

Not even the people in the neighborhood know your voice

You are the way out, you are the end

You are the lie that makes you doubt

You are the banishment of hell itself

And his head doesn't understand...

That there is no more ink

that there is no paper

Screams caresses that make him see

that mom is worried

that mom is worried

That mom is worried about him!