Las cosas que no dices - Tiziano Ferro

Y juego a pié desnudo en el fuego

Intentaré otro asalto, que (que)

Podría hasta gustarme

Apuesto y nunca gano

Y luego… vendado caigo al vacío

Cabeza abajo así (después)

Comienza hasta a gustarme, (así)

Me pierdo naufragando

En las cosas que no dices

Esas que en la noche

Un poco avergonzado

Ahora y siempre harás

Las comparten tus amigos (mas, mas)

Se curan pero a veces

Te quedan cicatrices

Mas ninguno las verá

Si piensas, no lo admites, mas (mas)

Te llega, pisa fuerte, ya (ya)

En mi cerebro hay algo

Que patina, qué será

Y con el Evangelio intentarás secar tus culpas, que (que)

Tampoco ese pañuelo que usas siempre absorberá (ya)

Y juego a pié desnudo en el fuego…

En las cosas que no dices…

En las cosas que no dices…

Y abres sacos de afecto

Que te tragarás de golpe

Tendrás purgatorios virtuales

El tuyo qué sabe de amores

Recurres a Dios implorando

Por eso le sigues rezando

En ese rincón tan estrecho

Tú nunca has hablado de esto

Y como entre sombras tú

Descubres los defectos que (que)

Celosamente por tu limbo tú (tú)

Ocultarás, celarás

Cubrirás, tragarás

Escupirás, calentarás

Tocarás, en el horno olvidarás

Hilarás, deshilarás

Chocarás o tal vez no

Mirarás, lo sabrás

Esconderás o qué sé yo

En las cosas que no dices…

And I play barefoot in the fire

I'll try another assault, what (what)

I might even like

I bet and I never win

And then… bandaged I fall into the void

Head down like this (after)

It starts to like me, (like that)

I lose myself shipwrecking

In the things you don't say

Those that at night

a little embarrassed

Now and always you will

Your friends share them (more, more)

They heal but sometimes

you have scars

But no one will see them

If you think, you don't admit it, more (more)

It comes to you, stomp on it, already (already)

in my brain there is something

What skates, what will it be

And with the Gospel you will try to dry your faults, that (that)

Nor will that handkerchief you wear always absorb (anymore)

And I play barefoot in the fire...

In the things you don't say...

In the things you don't say...

And you open sacks of affection

that you will swallow at once

You will have virtual purgatories

Yours, what does he know about love?

You turn to God imploring

That's why you keep praying to him

In that narrow corner

You have never talked about this

And as in the shadows you

You discover the flaws that (that)

Jealously for your limbo you (you)

You will hide, you will be jealous

You will cover, you will swallow

You will spit, you will heat

You will touch, in the oven you will forget

You will unravel, you will unravel

You'll crash or maybe you won't

You will look, you will know

Will you hide or what do I know

In the things you don't say...