Nuestra Historia

Our story is so strange and fun, that I don't think anyone would dare, to tell it, emulate it, or discuss it, because it lacks sense and melody.

Our story is not so good nor so bad, and even though it may seem wrong, it's not the mistaken one, it's just a rare story that goes back and forth, that dreams and promises to be a bit different.

Our story is so complex and uneven, absolutely neglected and innocent, that if it had a past, there's no present, and the future seems inconsistent to me. It's full of forgotten complaints, there were many rusted mistakes. This is a rare story that goes back and forth, that dreams and promises to be a bit different.

Chorus:

Our story is so strange that even if I wanted to sing it, I couldn't, my throat is defeated and worn out, from shouting your name upon arrival and not seeing you at home, my memory wears out remembering you in bed.

Our story is so absurd, so crazy, inhuman, that the end is a beginning and I have to hold back my desire, to hug you at night and look for you in the mornings, my memories run out waiting for your return.

Our silly soap opera-like story, is full of ups and downs and sentences, it's not so long, not so short, not eternal, it takes a lot of sacrifice to maintain it. There are serious problems with emotions, they have maturity and rush. This is a rare story...

Our story is of revenge and lies, of strategies and false reconquests, there are calls that shouldn't have been made, and looks that time fades away. This story has made me lose my sanity, it starts, ends, and continues. This is a silly story...