Hace Dos Perdices - Sofía Ellar

Hace dos perdices que olvidé que el ser feliz

Era de veinte y pocas promesas rotas

Y cicatrices sordas

Hartas de curar heridas y tropezar

En las mismas avenidas

Hace dos veranos un amor atravesado

Dirigió mi norte a un lugar extraño

Disparó el revolver hacia el otro lado

Susurró: Coyote, esta noche seremos cowboys

Hace algún invierno que me queman los recuerdos

Y me absorben poco a poco los sesos

Que reconocen, presos

Que quizá se lo tomaron poco en serio

Y tú dabas tu cien por ciento

Hace dos Abriles un flechazo en el talón de Aquiles me hizo inmortal

A todas las cicatrices que hoy sufren sordas

Y es que el ser feliz era de veinte y pocas

Historias de kinkis y cowboys

No le pongas freno

A este sol sereno

Que quiere cantarle a la luz del trueno

Y no existe el remedio para este cruel cowboy

Poque hace dos perdices que olvidé que el ser feliz

Era de veinte y pocas promesas rotas

Y cicatrices sordas

Hartas de curar heridas y tropezar

En las mismas avenidas

Hace dos Abriles un flechazo en el talón de Aquiles me hizo inmortal

A todas las cicatrices que hoy sufren sordas

Y es que el ser feliz era de veinte y pocas

Historias de kinkis y cowboys

No le pongas freno

A este sol sereno

Que quiere cantarle a la luz del trueno

Y no existe el remedio para este fiel cowboy

Porque hace dos perdices que los dos fueron felices

Entre tanto miedo a no seguir las directrices

No hay remedio

Son historias de cuando éramos pequeños

Cuando tú eras kinky y yo Cowboy

Two partridges ago I forgot that being happy

It was twenty and few broken promises

And dull scars

Tired of healing wounds and tripping

on the same avenues

Two summers ago a crossed love

Directed my north to a strange place

He fired the revolver the other way.

He whispered: Coyote, tonight we'll be cowboys

Some winter ago my memories burned

And little by little my brains absorb

What do you recognize, prisoners?

That perhaps they took it a little seriously

And you gave your one hundred percent

Two Aprils ago, an arrow shot in the Achilles heel made me immortal

To all the scars that today suffer deaf

And it is that being happy was twenty and few

Stories of kinkis and cowboys

Don't put a brake on it

To this serene sun

Who wants to sing to the light of thunder

And there is no remedy for this cruel cowboy

Because two partridges ago I forgot that being happy

It was twenty and few broken promises

And dull scars

Tired of healing wounds and tripping

on the same avenues

Two Aprils ago, an arrow shot in the Achilles heel made me immortal

To all the scars that today suffer deaf

And it is that being happy was twenty and few

Stories of kinkis and cowboys

Don't put a brake on it

To this serene sun

Who wants to sing to the light of thunder

And there is no remedy for this faithful cowboy

Because he makes two partridges that both were happy

In the meantime fear of not following the guidelines

there is no remedy

They are stories from when we were little

When you were kinky and I was Cowboy