They're Running
It's late, I don't know what time it is,
But it's been dark for some time.
It's easy to see that you aren't here,
nor is there anything of import.
I put my feet to the ground, I want to walk,
I need to wake up in a radiant day.
There's still time for me to discover
Everything that I've hidden and that I haven't wanted to say.
They're running, running through the streets, running
Words that won't erase, images that won't go away.
And they're crying, crying in the streets, crying
Like drops of water they miss it, what they now can't see.
Difficult to discover who I am today.
A drop falls on me while another removes my thirst.
It rains and it's sunny at the same time
Tomb, bullet, bullet
Tomb, bullet, that I agree, was my own
And I, the very same, shot myself.
Ray of light, illuminate me, remove the smoke.
A revolution inside of me, I persuade it and it transforms
It doesn't erase, I settle in to look at myself,
Look at myself from the inside out.
Where can I go to find you? Girl, it's no joke...
It would've had to be different,
but, in a moment, they closed the doors.
I put my feet to the ground, I want to walk
I need to wake up in a radiant day.
There's still time for me to discover
Everything that I've hidden and that I haven't wanted to say.
They're running, running through the streets, running
Words that won't erase, images that won't go away.
And they're crying, crying in the streets, crying
Like drops of water they miss it, what they now can't see.
Corren
Es tarde, no sé qué hora es,
Pero hace rato que está oscuro.
Es fácil ver que no estás,
Ni un papel, ya poco importa.
Pongo los pies en el suelo, quiero andar,
Necesito despertarme en un día radiante.
Todavía me queda tiempo de descubrir
Todo lo que me he escondido y no he querido decirme.
Corren, corren por las calles, corren
Palabras que no se borran, imágenes que no se van
Y lloran, lloran por las calles, lloran
Como gotas de agua se añoran, los que ya no se verán
Difícil descubrir quién soy hoy.
Me cae una gota mientras otra me quita la sed.
Llueve y hace Sol a la vez
Gira la bala bala
Gira la bala que me apuntaba, era la mía
Y yo mismo me disparaba.
Rayo de luz ilumíname, quítame el humo.
Hay una revolución dentro de mí, la seduzco y se transforma
No se borran, me conformo con mirarme
Mirarme de dentro hacia fuera
¿Dónde puedo ir a buscarte? Nena no es broma...
Tendría que haber sido diferente
pero en un momento se han cerrado las puertas.
Pongo los pies en el suelo, quiero andar
Necesito despertarme en un día radiante
Todavía me queda tiempo de descubrir
Todo lo que he escondido y que no he querido decirte
Corren, corren por las calles, corren
Palabras que no se borran, imágenes que no se van
Y lloran, lloran por las calles, lloran
Como gotas de agua se añoran, los que ya no se verán