Humanos - Pol Granch

No entiendo nada de los humanos

Conducta de enamorados y luego nos matamos

Y la verdad es que no podré aguantar más sin esa sinceridad

Que esos ojos pardos me lanzaron

Lo que creamos ayer era una cosa de los dos

Que no sabíamos cuidar

Que yo no quiero que veas que mi mente se ha perdido más

Y lo que quiero que digas son las cosas que nunca dijiste ayer, que te abras y

que me dejes verte bien

Droga en tamaño real, eres mi prada infernal

Porque tiene que ser uno, estaría bien y uno no estará

Tratas de condicionar mi parte sentimental

Que se va rompiendo trocito a trozo y no se volverá a pegar

Este cuento comenzaba por las manos

Que tú me tocas, te toco y joder la que montamos

No pidas más de lo que este cuerpo te pueda llegar a dar y sé lo que quieres,

pero no dártelo al cien

Y lo que quiero que digas son las cosas que nunca dijiste ayer, que me quieras

y que te sepas abrir bien

Droga en tamaño real, eres mi prada infernal

Porque tiene que ser uno, estaría bien y uno no estará

Tratas de condicionar mi parte sentimental

Que se va rompiendo trocito a trozo y no se volverá a pegar

Y no se volverá a pegar

Y no se volverá a pegar

Y no se volverá a pegar

No nos pegaremos más

Tú a tu lado y a mi déjame volar

I don't understand anything about humans

Behavior of lovers and then we kill each other

And the truth is I can't take it anymore without that sincerity

That those brown eyes threw me

What we created yesterday was one of the two

that we did not know how to care

That I don't want you to see that my mind has lost more

And what I want you to say are the things you never said yesterday, open up and

let me see you well

Life size dope, you're my hellish prada

Because it has to be one, it would be fine and one will not be

You try to condition my sentimental part

That breaks piece by piece and will not stick again

This story began with the hands

That you touch me, I touch you and fuck the one we set up

Do not ask for more than this body can give you and I know what you want,

but don't give it to a hundred

And what I want you to say are the things you never said yesterday, that you love me

and that you know how to open well

Life size dope, you're my hellish prada

Because it has to be one, it would be fine and one will not be

You try to condition my sentimental part

That breaks piece by piece and will not stick again

And it won't stick again

And it won't stick again

And it won't stick again

We won't hit each other anymore

You by your side and me let me fly