o, no pretendas tener la razon
no me vengas pidiendo perdon,
no me digas que ha sido un error
que lo sientes.
En fin,
de que sirve un futuro ideal,
construido en terreno ilegal
o un pasado que me hace dudar
del presente.
Y yo,
me defiendo atacandote asi,
retorciendo palabras de amor,
intentando que quieran decir
lo que yo no me atrevo.
Y yo,
me sorprendo diciendo que si,
retorciendo palabras de amor
intentando que hagan por mi
lo que yo ya no puedo.
No, no te inventes un nuevo color,
transparente como una traiccion
camuflaje para una ilusion de mi mente.
Por fin,
los milenios son un decimal,
un trocito de tiempo fugaz
algo efimero y bien poco mas
sin ningun valor.
Y yo, me defiendo atacandote asi,
retorciendo palabras de amor,
intentando que quieran decir
lo que yo no me atrevo.
Y yo, me sorprendo diciendo que si,
retorciendo palabras de amor
intentando que hagan por mi
lo que yo ya no puedo.
Los milenios son un decimal
una suma de cifras de tiempo sin mas,
voces nuevas presentes futuras pasadas
que van retorciendo palabras de amor
construyendo edificios que no duraran,
un diseño de algo fugaz,
arquitectos de frases que me hacen dudar
y que intentan decirme que no se lo que quiero.
Y yo, me defiendo atacandote asi,
retorciendo palabras de amor,
intentando que quieran decir
lo que yo no me atrevo.
Y yo, me sorprendo diciendo que si,
retorciendo palabras de amor
intentando que hagan por mi
lo que yo ya no puedo.
Construyendo edificios que no duraran,
un diseño de algo fugaz,
arquitectos de frases que me hacen dudar
y que intentan decirme que no se lo que quiero
Don't come asking me for forgiveness,
Don't tell me it was a mistake
And that you're sorry.
After all,
What use is an ideal future
Built on illegal ground,
Or a past that makes me doubt
The present?
And I,
I defend myself by attacking you this way,
Twisting words of love,
Trying to make them mean
What I don't dare to say.
And I,
I surprise myself by saying yes,
Twisting words of love,
Trying to make them do for me
What I can no longer do.
No, don't invent a new color,
Transparent as a betrayal,
Camouflage for an illusion in my mind.
At last,
Millennia are just a decimal,
A little piece of fleeting time,
Something ephemeral and little more,
Without any value.
And I defend myself by attacking you this way,
Twisting words of love,
Trying to make them mean
What I don't dare to say.
And I surprise myself by saying yes,
Twisting words of love,
Trying to make them do for me
What I can no longer do.
Millennia are just a decimal,
A mere sum of the digits of time,
New voices, present, future, past,
That go on twisting words of love,
Constructing buildings that will not last,
The design of something fleeting,
Architects of phrases that make me doubt
And try to tell me I don't know what I want.
And I defend myself by attacking you this way,
Twisting words of love,
Trying to make them mean
What I don't dare to say.
And I surprise myself by saying yes,
Twisting words of love,
Trying to make them do for me
What I can no longer do.
Constructing buildings that will not last,
The design of something fleeting,
Architects of phrases that make me doubt
And try to tell me I don't know what I want