Por el miedo a equivocarnos

We were different, impossible, and in a less clear future.
Understanding well what you say, makes me feel so strange.
Everything starts to become sad, to stay on the other side.
You also promised it.
We were two mistaken, mistaken.

And now this place is full,
of nights without art,
of empty hugs,
of separate worlds,
of ice in the eyes,
of fear of meeting,
of gaps, of broken, of wanting to hate each other...
I've been feeling it, I'm running out of air,
the sky has fallen, it's dying, it's breaking...
It's just a sustained hell.
It's just a relative effort.

I ask for almost nothing,
that my senses get lost and your gaze clouds.
But fear gets us.
It grows in these hands.
Bad memories haunt us.
We were two mistaken, mistaken.

I'm leaving, I'm leaving
Because this place is full,
of nights without art,
of empty hugs,
of separate worlds,
of ice in the eyes,
of fear of meeting,
of gaps, of broken, of wanting to hate each other.
I've been feeling it, I'm running out of air,
The star has fallen, it's dying, it's breaking.
It's just a sustained hell, because of the fear of making mistakes.

Because this place is full,
of nights without art,
of empty hugs,
of ice in the eyes,
of separate worlds,
of fallen skies.
I've been feeling it, I'm running out of air.
It's just a sustained hell, because of the fear of making mistakes.

I don't want to hear you.
Don't insist, I prefer this time to find you flooding my eyes waiting for it to pass for us to fall again.

And I just say that,
I never wanted to hurt you.
But everything got away from us,
and even though we are strangers now,
I will never forget you.

Of nights without art,
of empty hugs,
of separate worlds,
of ice in the eyes,
of fear of meeting,
of gaps, of broken, of wanting to hate each other.

And I just say that I never wanted to hurt you,
It's just a sustained hell,
Because of the fear of making mistakes.
The fear of making mistakes.