Happy Hour - Saiko

Atascado en la salida te vi pasar

Entrando en la maquinaria cotidiana del vivir

Nos rodeamos de

Pequeños dioses en telarañas y a mentir

Nos sentimos tan felices

Contrastando con los demás

Es delirio cuerpo rebasar y pensar

Y todo vuelve a su lugar y a mi lugar

Lo que me une a ti

Es lo imposible

Ante mí es un vacío que intenso

Lo que me unió a ti

Que nada es por amor

Lo que me une a ti

Es este vacío inmenso

Atascado en la entrada te vi pasar

Huyendo hacia un happy hour

Nos rodeamos de pequeñas y grandes penas

Y por momentos salir a contemplar y a caminar

Lo que me une a ti

Es lo imposible

Ante mí es un vacío que intenso (Que intenso)

Lo que me une a ti

Que nada es por amor

Lo que me une a ti

Es este vacío inmenso

Entre copas comenzamos este amor

De tres horas y mañana volveremos a estar bien

Lo que me une a ti

Es lo imposible

Ante mí es un vacío que intenso (Que intenso)

Lo que me unió a ti

Que nada es por amor

Lo que me une a ti

Es este vacío inmenso

Stuck at the exit I watched you pass

Entering the daily machinery of living

we surround ourselves with

Little gods in cobwebs and to lie

we feel so happy

contrasting with others

It is delirium body to exceed and think

And everything returns to its place and to my place

What binds me to you

It's the impossible

Before me is an emptiness that intense

What joined me to you

that nothing is for love

What binds me to you

It is this immense emptiness

Stuck in the driveway I watched you pass

Running away to a happy hour

We surround ourselves with small and big sorrows

And at times go out to contemplate and walk

What binds me to you

It's the impossible

Before me is an intense emptiness (How intense)

What binds me to you

that nothing is for love

What binds me to you

It is this immense emptiness

Between drinks we start this love

Three hours and tomorrow we will be fine again

What binds me to you

It's the impossible

Before me is an intense emptiness (How intense)

What joined me to you

that nothing is for love

What binds me to you

It is this immense emptiness