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Aire, en esta linda tarde de verano
Tu recuerdo es una foto gris
Que las holas van difuminando
Que dificil dibujar tus rasgos
Medio dia despues de partir

Aire, si tus ojos eran higos negros
Si los dientes gajos de limón
No recuerdo el arco de tus cejas
Ni siquiera puedo hablar apenas
De otra cosa que no sea dolor

Realmente cuando baja la marea
Por puro instinto de conservación
Intenta cauterizar cada huella
Que deja atrás el paso del amor

Realmente cuando baja la marea
Mostrando la estructura del dolor
Activa un mecanismo de defensa
Para que no se ahoge el corazón

Aire, me falta el aire
En esta linda tarde de verano
No logro describirte
Tu recuerdo es una foto gris
Apenas perfilada
Que las olas van difuminando
Oh, no

Aire, intento dibujar
Tus rasgos veo casi ya no puedo, por mucho que lo intento
Que dificil es reconocer, con todo lo que amamos
Que no me has dejado apenas huella

Aire, ahora cuando baja la marea
Y el naufragio ya es total
Que pena

I can see the crystal raindrops fall
and the beauty of it all
is when the sun comes shining through
to make those rainbows in my mind
when I think of you some time
and I want to spend some time with you

Molotov coktail party

I ll rip your head off and defecate down your neck.
You better alejate cause i don t give a heck.
You can t understand how i kick my lingo you better stop that cause here
comes the crazy gringo in your face that s...

Send the pain below

I liked
Having hurt --
So send the pain below,
Where I need it.

You used to beg me
To take
Care of things,
And smile at the thoughts
Of me failing.

But long before
Having hurt --
I’d send the pain below,
I’d send the pain below.

Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating (I’d send the pain below),
Much like suffocating (I’d...

Nothing

There was no fortune to be made here
It s just a town like any other town
Sure there must be good things left to say
Can t think of one so, I won t say

Nothing wears a pretty face in armor
She got shine at the surface, coal below
Nothing please don t...

Better than them

This is our town,this is Friday night
dressed in our rags and our rage and our best
piercing eyes looking for something,
anything,just anyone..
stare across the floors they begin to dance
missing all the rythms and the chosen right steps
and we laugh and we drink in our corner...