Balas Perdidas
Revolver
Lost Bullets
If even the sun has its spots,
tell me why not you and me.
What is it that makes us
bigger and stronger than the sun?
Wastelands, scorched earth,
bridges with nothing to cross,
rooms sweating patches
of life woven together.
And even if it burns my soul,
lies to me until I burst.
Give me lies that taste like heaven
dressed in the best disguise.
(Chorus)
Marks that time leaves on your skin,
traces that the sea does not erase.
Lost bullets, shreds of faith,
unexploded gunpowder.
Tell me I am your sustenance,
tell me the north and your light.
Shout my name and I promise
that I will be there.
If my life is made of patches,
if it's a ship without keel or rudder,
I know that water is essence,
and earth, the mother,
but together they form the treacherous mud.
And even if it burns my soul,
lies to me until I burst.
Give me lies that taste like heaven
dressed in the best disguise.
(Chorus)
And even if silence scares me
(beginning of every end),
lies to me with that hidden kiss
in the folds of a beautiful disguise.
(Chorus)
