Herida - Roko

Mejor que lo nuestro no empiece nunca

Para que no acabe de cualquier manera

Lo escondo en los labios con palabras mudas

Lo sueño despacio en noches eternas

Mejor que lo nuestro no empiece nunca

Para que no estalle jamás en pedazos

Lo guardo debajo de mil mar de dudas

Lo niego a la sombra de tanto fracaso, de tanto fracaso

Será aquella herida abierta en el alma

La melancolía de nuestra mirada, la historia pendiente

Los besos perdidos, la culpa que duele

Por lo no vivido, será aquella herida, será aquella herida

Mejor que lo nuestro no empiece nunca

Para que no acabe como todo acaba

Lo vivo en silencio de horas oscuras

Escribo tu nombre perdido en el agua

Mejor que lo nuestro no empiece nunca

Para que no acabe hallando despojos

Recojo mis cosas sin hacer preguntas

Me llamas un día y yo no respondo (y yo no respondo)

Será aquella herida abierta en el alma

La melancolía de nuestra mirada, la historia pendiente

Los besos perdidos, la culpa que duele

Por lo no vivido, será aquella herida, será aquella herida

¡Oh.

no!

Los besos perdidos, la culpa que duele

Por lo no vivido, será aquella herida, será aquella herida

Será aquella herida…

Better than ours never start

So that it doesn't end in any way

I hide it in the lips with silent words

I dream it slowly in eternal nights

Better than ours never start

So that it never bursts into pieces

I keep it under a thousand sea of ​​doubts

I deny it in the shadow of so much failure, of so much failure

It will be that open wound in the soul

The melancholy of our gaze, the pending story

The lost kisses, the guilt that hurts

For what has not been lived, it will be that wound, it will be that wound

Better than ours never start

So that it doesn't end like everything ends

I live it in silence of dark hours

I write your name lost in the water

Better than ours never start

So that you don't end up finding debris

I pick up my things no questions asked

You call me one day and I don't answer (and I don't answer)

It will be that open wound in the soul

The melancholy of our gaze, the pending story

The lost kisses, the guilt that hurts

For what has not been lived, it will be that wound, it will be that wound

Oh.

No!

The lost kisses, the guilt that hurts

For what has not been lived, it will be that wound, it will be that wound

It will be that wound...