El Peligro

The danger is not a matter of a couple of blows,
The danger is not knowing where to go.
The danger is never finding your place
and feeling like you've arrived without leaving.
The danger is the ghost that hovers
over what you once swore to achieve,
and it ties your hands
while it engraves on your skin
a number, a letter, and off you go,
a number, a letter, and off you go.

And they say running is for cowards,
but we are all cannon fodder;
I am too, and I don't mind
admitting that more than anyone,
but here, who isn't a coward for love?,
but here, who isn't a coward for love?

The danger is losing the one you love
with the fury unleashed by the hurricane,
realizing that no one is waiting at home anymore
and there's no one for you to wait for,
and there's no one for you to wait for.

And they say running is for cowards,
but we are all cannon fodder;
I am too, and I don't mind
admitting that more than anyone,
but here, who isn't a coward for love?,
but here, who isn't a coward for love?

The danger is when your insides burn,
for love or heartbreak, what does it matter to me?,
and courage turns to frost
and the air explodes and turns bitter
in your chest for the woman who's leaving,
in your chest for the woman who's leaving.

And they say running is for cowards,
but we are all cannon fodder;
I am too, and I don't mind
admitting that more than anyone,
but here, who isn't a coward for love?
And they say running is for cowards,
but we are all cannon fodder;
I am too, and I don't mind
admitting that more than anyone,
but here, who isn't a coward for love?,
but here, who isn't a coward for love?