ES:

tengo la mirada en el suelo
porque tiemblo si te veo
cada paso que doy es palo de ciego
cada día sin ti es morder el hielo
tengo la mirada en el suelo
pero cuando las cruzamos es volver al día primero
y al cigarro consumiéndose en los dedos
tu buscas perderme pero yo me quedo

pienso cada día
pienso cada noche
pienso en tus mensajes
y en la rabia de ya no sentir tu roce
y escuchar
todo el rato tu nombre
y volver hasta el principio
por miedo a que se me borre
el recuerdo es un arma de doble filo
te llevo siempre en el pecho
pero duele como un tiro
y no puedo más
si me rompes por lo menos dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad

ojalá tenerte y que me quieras de verdad
que tu mente se enderezca y que me sepas valorar
que tu carita de mala no me hubiese hecho caer
que las charlas en el parque no me dejen del revés
que la calle no te mate
que no te vea caer
que tus decisiones fueran hojas de papel
pa' podértelas romper
pa' podértelas romper

no quiero puntos de vista
quiero volver a nacer
no quiero que me comprendas
ni estar fuera de mi piel
quiero sentirme las manos
en la playa de ahí arriba
sentir tus labios con la sal en las encías
no perdono a los cobardes
y no me perdono a mí
por no saber alejarme
cuando me quise morir
pero que penumbra hubiese sentido
si a ti en la vida no te hubiera conocido

te elijo primero
te elijo primero
siempre fuiste tu
siempre fuiste tu
te elijo primero
te elijo primero
el daño es certero
pero como tú
pero como tú
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad

si me rompes por lo menos dame un beso de verdad


EN:

I have my eyes on the ground
because I tremble if I see you
every step I take is a blind man's stick
every day without you is biting the ice
my eyes are on the ground
but when we cross them it's like going back to day one
and the cigarette burning in my fingers
you seek to lose me but I stay

I think every day
I think every night
I think of your messages
and in the rage of no longer feeling your touch
and hear
your name all the time
and go back to the beginning
for fear of being erased
the memory is a double-edged sword
I always carry you in my chest
but it hurts like a shot
and I can't take it anymore
if you break me at least give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss

I wish I could have you and that you really love me
that your mind would straighten up and that you would know how to value me
that your bad face had not made me fall down
that the chats in the park don't turn me upside down
that the street doesn't kill you
that I don't see you fall
that your decisions were sheets of paper
so that I can tear them up
so that I can tear them up

I don't want points of view
I want to be born again
I don't want you to understand me
nor to be out of my skin
I want to feel my hands
on the beach up there
feel your lips with the salt on my gums
I don't forgive cowards
and I don't forgive myself
for not knowing how to walk away
when I wanted to die
but what a darkness I would have felt
if I had never met you in my life

I choose you first
I choose you first
it was always you
it was always you
I choose you first
I choose you first
the damage is certain
but like you
but like you
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss

if you break me at least give me a real kiss

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…