Aunque El Viento Sople

Thousands of stories
Are hundreds of sleepless nights, are dreams
That you can live awake even if your chest tightens
And you keep missing that moment
That will never come back

And thinking
You have realized that
Even though the wind blows
It's not a good time
The storm has hit us

Let it blow whatever
Lying in the grass
I plan to spend the whole day
Let it bring whoever
To step on my ideas
Will never manage to get in

I have opened the door for it
I have locked it in its bars
It won't make me shut up
If bullets have never
Come out of my throat
Who can I kill?

I think whatever I want
And I don't burn in your fire
I don't need you for anything
I have seen your way
Of cutting my tongue
Of not letting me breathe

Let it blow whatever
Lying in the grass
We will be all day
Let it bring whoever
To step on our ideas
Will never manage to get in

The door is open
Trapped in its bars
It won't make us shut up
If bullets have never
Come out of our guitars
Who are we going to kill?

We think whatever
Your flame doesn't burn us
It doesn't hurt to breathe
We saw your way
Of cutting our tongues
We won't put up with you