Marinero En Tierra
La Plazuela
Sailor On Land
It was more your land for my water
What I needed
It always rains after the war
On the battlefield
I believed that lie
That no, yes, no, no, they said
That water and land
Would come together someday
When the tide rises
And the water is about to drown you
It's better to seek the land
Each in its place
(How damn ironic it is)
(Give her a bad stab)
I never finish what I start
I know I can get tired
But how short is the time
When you want to stay
Seeing you lying on the bed
While time passed
How slowly the world turned
Looking out your window
I don't need to see you anymore
Now I'm walking again
The borders of my mind
End where I start walking
How damn ironic it is
Give her a bad stab
For running so much on the road
We go off the shoulder
How damn ironic it is
Give her a bad stab
For running so much in life
We go off the shoulder
