Él siempre me duele
Me duele,su mirada, perdida que se parece a mis palabras
Su porte recio y decidido al recitarme sus letras
Y cada verso con significado que engaña a la simpleza.
Me duele su silente dolor
Su gloria mermada por tantos fantasmas
El monstruo conocido que comparte conmigo
Ese que puebla los laberintos de nuestra mente.
Me duele la falta de tacto
Las distancias y el fracaso
Me duele su suplica enfrente a este mi espejo
Y mis manos llorando versos
Él siempre me duele
Como si ambos compartiéramos historias
El pesar que acarrea esa maldita sombra
El pesado lastre que arrastra el crepúsculo
La redención que se espera y jamás llega.
Pero aun así, aunque duela
Aún hay luz, aún hay vida
Aún hay esperanza
La determinación intacta
La resiliencia marcando el paso
Y el grito ahogado en la garganta.
Lleno de furia, lleno de vida,
lleno de fuerzas
lleno de fuerzas
En el arduo fulgor de la batalla
Él siempre me duele.
He always hurts #4bttd
He always hurts
It hurts, her gaze lost, that looks like my words
His strong and determined attitude when reciting his lyrics
And every verse with meaning that deceives simplicity.
I hurt, his silent pain
His glory diminished by so many ghosts
The known monster that shares with me
The one that populates the labyrinths of our mind.
It hurts tactlessness
The distances and the failure
It hurts, his entreats, face this my mirror
And my hands crying verses.
He always hurts
As if we both shared stories
The sorrow that damn shadow carries
The heavy drag dragging the twilight
The redemption that is expected and never comes.
But still, although it hurts
There is still light, there is still life
There is still hope.
The determination intact
Resilience leading the way
And the scream drowned in the throat.
Full of fury, full of life,
full of strength
In the arduous glare of battle
He always hurts
He always hurts #4bttd
He always hurts
It hurts, her gaze lost, that looks like my words
His strong and determined attitude when reciting his lyrics
And every verse with meaning that deceives simplicity.
I hurt, his silent pain
His glory diminished by so many ghosts
The known monster that shares with me
The one that populates the labyrinths of our mind.
It hurts tactlessness
The distances and the failure
It hurts, his entreats, face this my mirror
And my hands crying verses.
He always hurts
As if we both shared stories
The sorrow that damn shadow carries
The heavy drag dragging the twilight
The redemption that is expected and never comes.
But still, although it hurts
There is still light, there is still life
There is still hope.
The determination intact
Resilience leading the way
And the scream drowned in the throat.
Full of fury, full of life,
full of strength
In the arduous glare of battle
He always hurts
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