Blues De Cris - Pedro Aznar

Cansado de gritar por Cris

Mi mente está colgada como un árbol

Cansado de luchar por mí

Atado a mi destino

Al borde del camino volveré

Y si la ves pasar y no habla

Es porque sabe que

Atado a mi destino

Sus ojos al final olvidaré

Cansado de gritar por Cris

Mi mente está perdida como un árbol

Cansado de luchar por mí

Atado a mi destino

Al borde del camino volveré

Y si la ves pasar y no habla

Es porque sabe que

Atado a mi destino

Sus ojos al final olvidaré

Zumbando en mi caverna gris

La voz de Cris me llega y no cesa

Oh, zumbando en mi caverna gris

Atado a mi destino

Al borde del camino volveré

Y si la ves pasar y no habla

Oh, es porque sabe que

Atado a mi destino

Sus ojos al final olvidaré

Tired of yelling for Cris

My mind is hanging like a tree

tired of fighting for me

tied to my destiny

I will return to the edge of the road

And if you see her go by and she doesn't speak

It's because she knows that

tied to my destiny

Her eyes in the end I will forget

Tired of yelling for Cris

My mind is lost like a tree

tired of fighting for me

tied to my destiny

I will return to the edge of the road

And if you see her go by and she doesn't speak

It's because you know that

tied to my destiny

Her eyes in the end I will forget

Buzzing in my gray cavern

Cris's voice reaches me and doesn't stop

Oh buzzing in my gray cavern

tied to my destiny

I will return to the edge of the road

And if you see her go by and she doesn't speak

Oh it's because she knows that

tied to my destiny

Her eyes in the end I will forget