Si no hubiera nacido - Tiziano Ferro

Pasa, pasa, pasa,

luego imprecas pero no se va

tu hambre est despierta, cmo

no se quiere ir a dormir.

Sueas, sueas, sueas,

pero sabes cunto costar

una noche en pie para sobrevivir

al hecho que no es la realidad

y t conoces ya el fin que esperar

a tu fuerza de voluntad.

Se marchar quejndose,

te dicen «s ms fuerte», si (mas)

son buenos criticando

qu sabrn lo que hay dentro, (qu)

En el frigo… se enfran unas lgrimas,

en la mesa… tus ansias y tu soledad,

bajo el lecho… el polvo acumulando vas,

y no duermes… te encierras, al pensar que…

Es la vida que unida al dolor se alimenta de ti,

y del camino que has elegido,

continas pensando, calmando el tormento,

«perfecto… si no hubiera nacido».

Zarpa, zarpa, zarpa,

el raciocinio eleva el ancla

de una inteligente como t ninguno se lo espera.

Hablas, hablas, hablas,

eres un volcn autntico,

tren que pasa rpido, eficiente, poco tmida.

Mas no te han dicho ya

que te ames algo ms,

reljate y as pensars un poco en ti,

mostrndote segura

tus problemas se resolvern,

mas tu problema es

que t misma no lo ves.

En el frigo… etc…

Es la vida… etc…

Y no pasar, (y no pasa)

nunca cambiar, (no, no cambia)

duele en el estmago,

corazn sin fe…

Es la vida… etc…

Venga, vamos, reacciona, reljate, slo eres t

quien condiciona su camino,

luego prueba a pensar que bonito sera si en cambio

amases algo ms a tu vida

Come on, come on, come on,

then impreca but does not leave

your hunger is awake, how

does not want to go to sleep.

You dream, you dream, you dream,

but do you know how much it will cost

one night standing to survive

to the fact that it is not reality

and you already know the end to expect

to your willpower.

I know how to go away complaining,

they tell you "s stronger", yes (more)

they are good at criticizing

who will know what is inside, (what)

In the fridge… some tears cool,

at the table... your anxieties and your loneliness,

under the bed... the dust accumulating you go,

and you don't sleep... you lock yourself up, thinking that...

It is the life that, together with pain, feeds on you,

and the path you have chosen,

you keep thinking, calming the torment,

"Perfect... if I hadn't been born."

Paw, paw, paw,

reason raises the anchor

Nobody expects it from an intelligent person like you.

You talk, you talk, you talk,

you are a real volcano,

fast passing train, efficient, little shy.

But they haven't already told you

that you love yourself something more,

relax and you will think about yourself a little,

showing you safe

your problems will be solved,

but your problem is

that you yourself do not see it.

In the fridge… etc…

It's life... etc...

And it doesn't happen, (and it doesn't happen)

never change, (no, don't change)

it hurts in the stomach,

faithless heart...

It's life... etc...

Come on, come on, react, relax, it's just you

who conditions his path from it,

then try to think how nice it would be if instead

you love something more to your life