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Description
Sometimes tears are the only thing that comes out honestly from within. No filters, no posturing. Just salt, fatigue, and a little light at the bottom. The world, of course, pretends that everything is under control, but just blink, and a whole sea slips out from behind your eyelids. It's not about weakness, it's about survival.
This sound is like a black-and-white childhood soaked in rain and adulthood that smells like iron. The sand of time crunches between your teeth, and inside there is a quiet revolution: cry while you can. Because then you'll have to laugh again, earn money, and pick yourself up piece by piece. And who knows - maybe something alive will grow from these tears.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Llora, llora hasta que tus ojos sean mar y tus pestañas la orilla donde abunda ese mal.
De cuando eras chiquito, hay un recuerdo maldito que querés olvidar, ser uno con el umbral.
De esa delgada línea en la que el mundo te guiña, te reta a la piña y te tenés que tragar. Todo eso por lo que estás acá.
Llora, llora.
Llora, llora que estás lejos de casa.
Llora, llora porque el tiempo se pasa.
Llora, llora que estás lejos de casa.
Llora, llora.
Llora, llora.
Yo ya me arrepentí por las cosas que ya hice mal, porque yo te vi morir casi ahogado por la sal del mar. Yeah.
Sigo abrazando esas cosas que ma dice de que nunca me deprima, no me vaya a complicar, porque de pequeño tú lo hiciste y que los días más lentos no volverán a pasar.
Aún te sigues perdonando, ya no querés despertar y verte a ti.
Siempre piensas quién te va a querer, pero yo sí que te quiero más que ayer.
Vas a quemar cada una de esas cicatrices, voy a llevar las flores hasta que se marchiten. Llora, llora.
Llora, llora.
Yeah, ah.
Qué pena siente el alma cuando la suerte impía te pone a los deseos sin -olvidar tus ojos.
-Llora, llora hasta que tus ojos sean mar y tus pestañas la orilla donde abunda ese mal.
De cuando eras chiquito, hay un recuerdo maldito que querés olvidar, ser uno con el umbral.
De esa delgada línea en la que el mundo te guiña, te reta a la piña y te tenés que tragar.
Todo eso por lo que estás acá.
Llora, llora.
Llora, llora que estás lejos de casa.
Llora, llora porque el tiempo se pasa.
Llora, llora que estás lejos de casa.
Llora, llora.
Llora, llora.
Llora, llora porque tenés casi treinta y ya te pesan las riendas de seguir un día más. Con Lucía moriste y después reviviste.
Mi amor, tu corazón no quiere ni palpitar.
Vivir con la panza llena de angustia y de pena, con manos de viejo y dos tajos en las venas. Por todo lo que hiciste hasta acá.
-Llorá, llorá. Llorá, llorá.
-Llorá, llorá.
English translation
Cry, cry until your eyes are the sea and your eyelashes are the shore where that evil abounds.
From when you were little, there is a cursed memory that you want to forget, to be one with the threshold.
Of that thin line in which the world winks at you, challenges you to the point and you have to swallow it. All that is why you are here.
Cry, cry.
Cry, cry that you are far from home.
Cry, cry because time passes.
Cry, cry that you are far from home.
Cry, cry.
Cry, cry.
I already regretted the things I did wrong, because I saw you die almost drowned by the salt of the sea. Yeah.
I continue to embrace those things that my mother tells me about never getting depressed, not going to get complicated, because when I was little you did it and the slower days will never happen again.
You still forgive yourself, you no longer want to wake up and see yourself.
You always think who is going to love you, but I do love you more than yesterday.
You're going to burn every one of those scars, I'm going to carry the flowers until they wither. Cry, cry.
Cry, cry.
Yeah, ah.
How sad the soul feels when impious luck puts you to desire without forgetting your eyes.
-Cry, cry until your eyes are the sea and your eyelashes the shore where that evil abounds.
From when you were little, there is a cursed memory that you want to forget, to be one with the threshold.
Of that thin line in which the world winks at you, challenges you to the point and you have to swallow it.
All that is why you are here.
Cry, cry.
Cry, cry that you are far from home.
Cry, cry because time passes.
Cry, cry that you are far from home.
Cry, cry.
Cry, cry.
Cry, cry because you are almost thirty and the reins of continuing one more day are already weighing you down. With Lucía you died and then you revived.
My love, your heart doesn't even want to beat.
Living with a belly full of anguish and sorrow, with old man's hands and two cuts in the veins. For everything you've done up to this point.
-Cry, cry. Cry, cry.
-Cry, cry.