Segundas Partes Entre Suicidas - Sofía Ellar

Es una tarde de capricho en soledad

Que yo te llamo, tu decides contestar

Poco has tardado en olvidar

Lo que te han dicho tus amigos de verdad

Que aquella niña con la que salias

Anda perdiendo las tuercas al bailar

Ropiendo sus seis cuerdas al cantar

Atando su cordura al andar

Por el camino de la brisa entonar

Todas las notas que improvisas sin pensar

Que ni la radio sintoniza este canal de una cancion sin aliñar

Y que desastre son las despedidas que

Acaban en besos de amante a escondidas

Y es que se consume como una colilla

Cuando solo queda la humilde ceniza

Que las recaidas son de mentira

Segundas partes ante suicidas

Siempre hay un cobarde disfrazao' de arpia

Que al otro amará sin piedad ni medida

Que es una tarde de domingo y tempestad

Ya no te escribo porque se que otra lo hará

Son las siete y de camino al cine estas

Si no has enloquecido ya

Que aquella niña que a tus mil

Demonios hace un dia con su espada fue a matar

Rendida espera frente a tu portal

Atando su cordura al andar

Por el camino de la prisa entonar

Todas las notas que improvisa sin pensar

Que ni la radio sintoniza este canal de una canción sin aliñar

Y que desastre son las desastre son las despedidas

Que acaban en besos de amante a escondidas

Es que se consume como una colilla

Cuando solo queda la humilde ceniza

Que las recaidas son de mentira

Segundas partes entre suicidas

Siempre hay un cobarde disfrazao' de arpia

Que al otro amará sin piedad ni medida

Y que desastre son las despedidas

Que acaban en rejas de comisaria

Y es que se confunden dos almas perdidas

Cuando solo queda una noche furtiva

Que las recaidas son de mentira

Segundas partes entre suicidas

Quizás soy cobarde aunque no te lo diga

Y en forma de verso quizá te lo escriba

It is an afternoon of caprice in solitude

That I call you, you decide to answer

It didn't take long for you to forget

What your real friends have told you

That that girl you were dating

She is losing her nuts when dancing

Breaking her six strings as she sings

Tying her sanity from her as she walks

Down the path of the breeze sing

All the notes you improvise without thinking

That not even the radio tunes to this channel of a song without seasoning

And what a disaster are the goodbyes that

They end up in secret lover's kisses

And it is consumed like a cigarette butt

When only the humble ash remains

That the relapses are a lie

Second parts before suicides

There is always a coward disguised as a harpy

That the other will love without mercy or measure

What is a Sunday afternoon and a storm

I no longer write to you because I know someone else will

It's seven o'clock and you're on the way to the cinema

If you haven't already gone crazy

That that girl who to your thousand

Demons a day ago with her sword she went to kill

Surrendered wait in front of your portal

Tying her sanity from her as she walks

By the way of haste to sing

All the notes that he improvises without thinking

That not even the radio tunes to this channel of a song without seasoning

And what a disaster are the disaster are the goodbyes

That end in secret lover's kisses

It is that it is consumed like a cigarette butt

When only the humble ash remains

That the relapses are a lie

Sequels between suicides

There is always a coward disguised as a harpy

That the other will love without mercy or measure

And what a disaster goodbyes are

That end up in police station bars

And it is that two lost souls are confused

When there's only one sneaky night left

That the relapses are a lie

Sequels between suicides

Maybe I'm a coward even if I don't tell you

And in the form of a verse maybe I'll write it to you