Las Cosas Que No Dices

I Want Just More Silence, but (but)
In this that I do, no (no)
It can't be in a moment, but (but)
You sleep, but always.
I tell myself 'more awake' but (but)
You feel remorse, already (already)
I walk against the wind or resist, what do I know.

And I play barefoot in the fire,
I will try another assault, that (that)
I could even like it,
I bet and never win.
And then... blindfolded I fall into the void
head down like that (after),
it starts to even like it, (like that)
I get lost shipwrecking.

In the things you don't say,
those that at night
a little embarrassed,
now and always you will do.
Your friends share them (but, but)
they heal but sometimes,
you have scars left
but no one will see them.

If you think, you don't admit it, but (but)
it reaches you, steps hard, already (already)
there is something in my brain,
that slips, what will it be.
And with the Gospel you will try to dry your guilt, that (that)
not even that handkerchief you always use will absorb. (already)

And I play barefoot in the fire, etc

In the things you don't say, etc...

In the things you don't say, etc...

And you open bags of affection,
that you will swallow in one gulp,
you will have virtual purgatories,
what does yours know about love.
You resort to God imploring
that's why you keep praying,
in that narrow corner,
you have never talked about this.
And as between shadows you
discover the defects that (that)
jealously by your limbo you (you)
will hide, conceal,
cover, swallow,
spit out, heat up,
touch, forget in the oven.
You will spin, unravel,
collide or maybe not,
look, you will know,
hide or what do I know.

In the things you don't say, etc...