Distante Instante - Rodrigo Gonzalez

Si volviera el amor,

Si tuviera un hermano, un amigo, un sueño en la mano,

Moriria ese dolor

De buscar el calor en el cruel laberinto

de este vaso de alcohol,

De estas calles sin sol

Si tuviera ilusiones

Si existieran razones, locuras, mentiras, pasiones

No habria necesidad

De pasarme por horas bebiendo cantimploras

De esta vil soledad

De esta eterna ansiedad

Coro:

Si pudiera borrarme

Esos viejos recuerdos

Que como viles cuervos

Arrancan ya mis ojos

Dejando mis despojos

Entre historias hirientes

Igual de indeferentes

Si te hubieras quedado

si me hubieras pedido que quemara el sonido

de ese viejo pasado

no estaria aqui metido ahogando mis entrañas

arañando el olvido

inconcluso y perdido

Cuando tenga la suerte

De encontrarme a la muerte

Yo le voy a ofrecer

Todo el tiempo vivido

Y este vaso henchido por un distante instante

Un instante de olvido

Si volviera el amor

Si tuviera un hermano un amigo

Un sueño en la mano

Moriria ese dolor

De buscar el calor en el cruel laberinto

De este baso de alcohol

De estas calles sin sol

If love came back

If I had a brother, a friend, a dream in hand,

I would die that pain

From looking for warmth in the cruel labyrinth

of this glass of alcohol,

Of these sunless streets

If I had illusions

If there were reasons, madness, lies, passions

there would be no need

To spend hours drinking canteens

From this vile loneliness

Of this eternal anxiety

Chorus:

If I could erase myself

those old memories

That like vile ravens

They start my eyes

Leaving my spoils

Between hurtful stories

just as indifferent

if you had stayed

if you had asked me to burn the sound

of that old past

I wouldn't be stuck here drowning my insides

scratching oblivion

unfinished and lost

when i'm lucky

From finding myself to death

I'm going to offer you

All the time lived

And this glass filled for a distant moment

A moment of oblivion

if love came back

If I had a brother a friend

A dream in hand

I would die that pain

From looking for warmth in the cruel labyrinth

Of this glass of alcohol

Of these sunless streets