Ni Frío Ni Calor, Pero Bien
María Peláe
Neither Cold Nor Hot, But Fine
I know, it seems like I don't know anything
I know, it's been a while since I wrote letters
Like a branch that you don't know whether to cut
In case it's tired, damaged
Or just arrived home
I know, if you stare at me I seem lost
And if you don't ask, if you don't ask
I'm in the best moment of my life
Like the child you don't know why he cries
But you know he's alive and you get emotional
Like a Sunday you wake up without checking the time
And they call you just when you think of that person
And I got used to falling asleep in the middle
And this cold doesn't hurt anymore because it doesn't come from within
And I chose to tear myself apart singing to you
And this is what keeps me going
And this is what keeps me going
For now
When there are no storms or calm, no stampedes, no lifeboats
No lovers, no I love yous, no hangovers
No can't do, no stealing towels and cups
Not being on your peak doesn't mean
That tears don't come to my eyes
Like the child you don't know
Why he cries but you know he's alive and you get emotional
Like a Sunday you wake up without checking the time
And they call you just when you think of that person
And I got used to falling asleep in the middle
And this cold doesn't hurt anymore because it doesn't come from within
And I chose to tear myself apart singing to you and this is what keeps me going
And this is what keeps me going
For now, like the waves that go away
For now, like my footprints taken by the sea
For now