Cada Uno Por Su Lado

Each one on their side
Without thinking about the past and what will come to them
He spends his dead hours among his paintings
And his brushes say what he won't say
She and her philosophy, her designs and her days
Always watching the clock
She who doesn't sin at all
When she bites the apple
She is much better
He is somewhat quieter
Of these reserved guys
A bit conservative
She has always been a crazy one
But that's not appropriate anymore, her heart is broken
She who no longer trusts
Pretending to be cold
Confusing without fear
He a bit more naive
Confident but tender
Potentially a seducer

Look how it happens
It happens, look how we happen
How without knowing each other
Without knowing you suddenly I saw you

Look how it happens
It happens, shared secrets
I gave you my calendar
My deepest fear
My resurrection

With her name and an idea
Four hours and in his mind
Set to meet her again
He did that calling and hanging up
To see if she recognizes
His voice on the answering machine
But on the second wait
A calm voice sounds
And he couldn't hang up
Hesitation and the audacity
Of calling without thinking
He didn't want to avoid it

Look how it happens
It happens, look how we happen
How without knowing each other
Without knowing you suddenly I saw you

Look how it happens
It happens, shared secrets
I gave you my calendar
My deepest fear
My resurrection