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Description
It's as if someone has torn the air in half and left a rough edge that thoughts keep catching on. Words fall like pebbles into an empty glass - hollow, unanswered. Here, the pain is not theatrical, but quiet, viscous, the kind that makes your ears ring. The fear of darkness and a future that seems too big are intertwined with the past, like two knots on the same rope.
And amid this chaos, there is an attempt not to drown: whispering to yourself, “lo estoy intentando,” shouting instead of remaining silent, clinging to sound as if it were a lifeline. The music seems to have overheard this inner storm and translated it into rhythm: tired, hoarse, but still alive. The track is about how sometimes growing up is not inspiring, but suffocating - but even there, at the bottom, you can exhale and hear your own voice.
Producer: Estani
Lyrics and translation
Original
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na.
Me está costando respirar.
Es que el vacío no se puede llenar tan fácil.
Tal vez me estoy ahogando en el tal vez. Tal vez no me salió como esperaba.
Hay que amigarse con -la soledad. -Que alguien me diga cómo tengo que hacer.
Me está costando más de lo normal. Solo me quedan fuerzas para gritar.
Oh, oh.
Y si de esto se trata crecer, entender que todos se van a marchar. Solo me quedan fuerzas para gritar. Oh, oh.
Oh.
¿A dónde te fuiste? Que ahora me tienes diciendo que el amor no existe.
Era pa' siempre, ¿te acuerdas? Tú me lo prometiste.
Ya ni me acuerdo la última vez que tú me escribiste. Lo más cabrón es que de mí nunca te despediste.
Pasa el tiempo y no me acostumbro a la soledad.
No salgo porque sin ti todo me causa ansiedad. No se supone que te entregue mi felicidad.
Pero es que no soy tan fuerte, me da miedo lo oscuro.
Vivo en el pasado y me asusta el futuro. Se me va de las manos.
Mamá, te lo juro.
Lo estoy intentando, lo estoy intentando.
Que alguien me diga cómo tengo que hacer. Me está costando más de lo normal.
Solo me quedan fuerzas para gritar. Oh, oh.
Y si de esto se trata crecer, entender que todos se van a marchar.
Solo me quedan -fuerzas para gritar. Oh, oh.
-Oh, -no.
-Tengo la duda de si voy o si no voy por el camino correcto.
Porque el destino destruye a quien decide ser un poco más honesto.
¿Será que a mí Dios me lleva más pendiente?
¿Que conmigo se ha puesto más exigente?
¿O será que sigo confiando en la gente que no debo?
¿Será que las señales dicen: "Detente" y sigo nadando contra la corriente?
¿O será que me hago más inteligente aunque yo lloro?
Dicen que todo se trata de fe, pero hasta a Dios le está costando confiar. Si sigo así, ¿dónde voy a parar?
Hay tantas cosas que dejé a la mitad.
Dentro de mi cuarto hay un desastre que me delata y que no me deja mentir.
Escucho los aplausos, pero el telón ya no va a volver a subir.
Y no soy tan fuerte, me da miedo lo oscuro. Vivo en el pasado y me asusta el futuro.
-Se me va de las manos. -Mamá, te lo juro.
Lo estoy -intentando, lo estoy intentando.
-Que alguien me diga cómo tengo que hacer. Me está costando más de lo normal. Solo me quedan fuerzas para gritar.
Oh, oh.
Y si de esto se trata crecer, entender que todos se van a marchar.
Solo me quedan -fuerzas para gritar. Oh, oh.
-Que alguien me diga cómo tengo que -hacer. -Me está costando más de lo normal.
Solo me quedan fuerzas para gritar.
Oh, oh.
La Voz Favorita, baby.
English translation
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na.
I'm having a hard time breathing.
The thing is that the void cannot be filled so easily.
Maybe I'm drowning in the maybe. Maybe it didn't turn out as I expected.
You have to make friends with loneliness. -Someone tell me how I have to do it.
It's costing me more than normal. I only have the strength to scream.
Uh-oh.
And if this is what growing is about, understanding that everyone is going to leave. I only have the strength to scream. Uh-oh.
Oh.
Where did you go? That now you have me telling me that love doesn't exist.
It was forever, do you remember? You promised me.
I don't even remember the last time you wrote to me. The most stupid thing is that you never said goodbye to me.
Time passes and I don't get used to loneliness.
I don't go out because without you everything causes me anxiety. I'm not supposed to give you my happiness.
But I'm not that strong, I'm afraid of the dark.
I live in the past and the future scares me. It's getting out of hand.
Mom, I swear.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
Someone tell me how I have to do it. It's costing me more than normal.
I only have the strength to scream. Uh-oh.
And if this is what growing is about, understanding that everyone is going to leave.
I only have the strength left to scream. Uh-oh.
-Oh, -no.
-I have a doubt as to whether I am going or not on the right path.
Because destiny destroys those who decide to be a little more honest.
Could it be that God is paying more attention to me?
Has he become more demanding with me?
Or could it be that I keep trusting people I shouldn't?
Could it be that the signs say, "Stop" and I continue swimming against the current?
Or is it that I am getting smarter even though I cry?
They say it's all about faith, but even God is having a hard time trusting. If I continue like this, where will I stop?
There are so many things I left halfway.
Inside my room there is a disaster that gives me away and that doesn't let me lie.
I hear the applause, but the curtain is not going to rise again.
And I'm not that strong, I'm afraid of the dark. I live in the past and the future scares me.
-It's getting out of hand. -Mom, I swear.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
-Someone tell me how I have to do it. It's costing me more than normal. I only have the strength to scream.
Uh-oh.
And if this is what growing is about, understanding that everyone is going to leave.
I only have the strength left to scream. Uh-oh.
-Someone tell me how I have to -do. -It's costing me more than normal.
I only have the strength to scream.
Uh-oh.
Favorite Voice, baby.