Figuración - Pedro Aznar

Figúrate que pierdes la cabeza

Sales a la calle, sin embargo el mundo

Sigue bajo el sol, todo bajo el sol

Debajo del sol

Figúrate que no eres más un hombre

Sales a la calle, sin embargo hay árboles

Como hubo ayer, calles como ayer

Luces como ayer

En la plaza, todo te parece igual

Tú ya no eres hombre pero llorarás

Si vas a perder tu amor, alguien te ha dicho ya

Aunque no eres real, vas a perder tu amor

Figúrate que pierdes la cabeza

Y aunque no lo creas

Se te va la voz como se fue tu piel

Nada te queda ya, sólo la realidad

La realidad es caminar igual

Tu ya no eres hombre pero llorarás

Si vas a perder tu amor, alguien te ha dicho ya

Aunque no eres real, vas a perder tu amor

Figúrate que has vuelto a ser el mismo

Nada te contenta a partir del alba

Te verás caer, ya sin figurar

Te verás caer

Imagine you lose your mind

You go out on the street, however the world

Still under the sun, all under the sun

Under the sun

Imagine that you are no longer a man

You go out to the street, however there are trees

Like there was yesterday, streets like yesterday

you look like yesterday

In the square, everything seems the same to you

You are no longer a man but you will cry

If you're going to lose your love, someone has already told you

Even though you're not real, you're gonna lose your love

Imagine you lose your mind

And even if you don't believe it

Your voice is gone as your skin was

Nothing remains for you anymore, only reality

The reality is to walk the same

You are no longer a man but you will cry

If you're going to lose your love, someone has already told you

Even though you're not real, you're gonna lose your love

Imagine that you have returned to be the same

Nothing makes you happy after dawn

You will see yourself fall, without appearing

you will see yourself fall