Hay Días
El Puchero Del Hortelano
Some Days
Where's the paradise
That we both seek,
Where's the naked shame,
The dressed-up beauty, out of pure modesty.
What happened to the others,
Tell me where they went,
The medal they were promised,
That they always waited for, but it never came.
Some days yes, and some days no,
Some days I laugh while crying
And other days I cry
And can't find a reason.
Some days yes, and other days no,
And some days, I swear I try
To be someone else and it’s never better;
Some days no...
Where are the miseries
That we left behind,
Whoever has them doesn’t need them
And sells them cheap at the bar.
Where do the women go,
When they can’t take it anymore,
When they tear the frayed fabric
From rubbing it so much, and it’s still the same.
Some days yes, and some days no,
Some days I fly so high,
That I shiver from the cold
And can’t find warmth.
Some days yes, and other days no,
And some days, I long for the moment
When I was so small
That no one looked.
Those who know about relativity
Of the bulls we had to face,
Are the ones who hold the key
To anywhere.
And in the meantime, you’ll leave searching for war,
But the war is no longer here,
It got tired of waiting.
Those who know about relativity
Of the times we had to live,
Are the ones who hold the key
To anywhere.
And in the meantime, you’ll come looking for war,
But the war is no longer here,
The war is no longer here.
Some days yes, and some days no,
Some days dress up in style.
That fill weeks,
And are the reason
To get out of bed every morning,
And to never forget that
What we dream is
What keeps us alive.
Where's the paradise
That we both seek,
Yours, memory and backpack
Mine, forgetfulness and fire.
