Buscala Ya

I saw you pass by with tired eyes
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You're acting tough
But you're trembling
The world knows it (this is Konial)
I know it too (the Real Gren)

Find it now
Don't get too late
Before fear makes you a coward
Before I delete your photos
Your street
Before I learn to live without calling you
Find it now
Don't wait until it burns
What can still be salvaged from this air
What if you lose it for arriving too late?
Not even a thousand sorry s will be enough to reach him

I know you failed
That there are things that hurt
You're ashamed to show your pain
But pride will never console you
Resentment only holds you tighter

Imagine his hands letting go of the door
Think of her laughter and her cup of tea
Think about whether you want to be without that
For not telling him: I was wrong

Find it now
Don't get too late
Before fear makes you a coward
Before I delete your photos
Your street
Before I learn to live without calling you
Find it now
Don't wait until it burns
What can still be salvaged from this air
What if you lose it for arriving too late?
Not even a thousand sorry s will be enough to reach him

Run home
What does the rain matter (hey)
Let it penetrate the soul
Let the pain soak in
Ring their doorbell until they hear you
Say her name mixed in your voice

Find it now
Don't get too late
Leave your pride behind in the street
Go and tell her clearly that you still miss her
That every night their absence burns you
Find it now
Today is still today
Tomorrow is too late
Tomorrow is nobody
Find it now
Don't get too late
That love arrives
But it doesn't wait for you

Don't do it like they did to Konial, the real Gren
It was his fault for losing the case and love

Bye bye