Contracorriente
Elefante
Against the Current
Things come, things go,
They are the things of life.
There is no beginning without an end,
The routine hurts so much,
It hurts so much if you're not here.
I won't die if you leave, or not,
But I die for you to be here.
It's the sad reality
Where I find the way out
It's the never-ending story.
The current takes us
Tied by the hands
Without direction and we can't breathe
And nothing is enough,
Fighting against the current
In the middle of this dark and cold sea.
Things come, things go,
Some stay, others will not return.
The memories are here,
Your madness, your waist,
Your quirks and your freedom.
The current takes us
Tied by the hands
Without direction and we can't breathe
And nothing is enough,
Fighting against the current
In the middle of this dark and cold sea.
