Lyrics and translation
Original
Es temprano y el cielo está oscuro
Me desvelo y no sé por qué ha sido tan duro
Hace tiempo que guardo mi pena
Tanto crece que luego no sé contenerla
Y será mejor sentir dolor
Antes que ocultar las cosas que no quería hablar
Se nos da tan bien el perdonar
Que se convirtió en un concurso de puñalá'
Aún quedan cosas que decirnos, lo dejamos a mitad
Tus ojos no pierden brillo entre tanta oscuridad
Mírame (mírame), no es para tanto
A flor de piel, lloro en tu santo
Porro, café, humo y asfalto
Humo y asfalto
Recuerdo tu voz a diario
Las fechas tachadas en el calendario
Dijiste que ibas a volver
Y me quedé solo en nuestro aniversario
Le tengo miedo a la tristeza
A las flores que nacen entre la maleza
A los truenos, al amanecer
Y a verme pequeño entre tanta pureza
Y será mejor sentir dolor
Antes que ocultar las cosas que no quería hablar
Se nos da tan bien el perdonar
Que se convirtió en un concurso de puñalá'
Aún quedan cosas que decirnos, lo dejamos a mitad
Tus ojos no pierden brillo entre tanta oscuridad
Mírame (mírame), no es para tanto
A flor de piel, lloro en tu santo
Porro, café, humo y asfalto
Aún quedan cosas que decirnos, lo dejamos a mitad
Tus ojos no pierden brillo entre tanta oscuridad
Mírame (mírame), no es para tanto
A flor de piel, lloro en tu santo
Porro, café, humo y asfalto
Humo y asfalto
English translation
It's early and the sky is dark
I stay awake and I don't know why it's been so hard
I have been keeping my sorrow for a long time
It grows so much that later I don't know how to contain it
And it will be better to feel pain
Rather than hide the things I didn't want to talk about
We are so good at forgiving
That became a stabbing contest
There are still things to tell us, we leave it halfway
Your eyes do not lose their brightness among so much darkness
Look at me (look at me), it's not a big deal
On the surface, I cry in your saint
Joint, coffee, smoke and asphalt
Smoke and asphalt
I remember your voice every day
The dates crossed out on the calendar
You said you were going to come back
And I was left alone on our anniversary
I'm afraid of sadness
To the flowers that are born among the weeds
To the thunder, to the dawn
And to see myself small among so much purity
And it will be better to feel pain
Rather than hide the things I didn't want to talk about
We are so good at forgiving
That became a stabbing contest
There are still things to tell us, we leave it halfway
Your eyes do not lose their brightness among so much darkness
Look at me (look at me), it's not a big deal
On the surface, I cry in your saint
Joint, coffee, smoke and asphalt
There are still things to tell us, we leave it halfway
Your eyes do not lose their brightness among so much darkness
Look at me (look at me), it's not a big deal
On the surface, I cry in your saint
Joint, coffee, smoke and asphalt
Smoke and asphalt