La Herida
Héroes Del Silencio
The Wound
It's always the same show
The same spectator
The same theater
In which so many times
He acted
And losing reason
In such a real game
Maybe it was a mistake
Heal this wound
Please!
What is there in two friends
When after all
They seem lost
And prefer others?
Dull hands remain
Ignoring what was given
If once they clasped
Now they are deceived
What made them drift away
From their restless shore?
Do they even for a moment
Think of those days?
I have always preferred
A prolonged kiss
Even knowing it lies
Even knowing it's false
What the hell happens
When gazes don't meet?
Cockfighting
Bets are accepted
Who sought shelter
Somewhere else?
Is it possible that the cold
Comes with age?
It's always the same show
The same spectator
The same theater
In which so many times
He acted
And losing reason
In such a real game
Maybe it was a mistake
Heal this wound
Please!
It's always the same show
The same spectator
In the same theater
In which so many times
He acted
And losing reason
In such a real game
Maybe it was a mistake
Heal this wound
Please!
It's always the same show
The same spectator
The same theater
In which so many times
He acted
And losing reason
In such a real game
Maybe it was a mistake
Heal this wound
Please!
