Noches Reversibles

Don't you see that what we have is strange?
It remains intact in a thousand pieces
and can't seem to break.

It breathes unscathed in its serious states,
so much talk of the end
that now barely hurts.

And even so, you'll laugh,
I would relive it without hesitation.

It could be so easy, it would be spectacular,
if those fiery nights were reversible.

More reversible nights to savor
the most humble hours with a more intense pleasure.

Don't you see that if we have lost
we have gained stories to tell?
More than some have.

Remember that if we fell sharply
it's because sometimes we were clouds in the mind.

If I could transform our nights
into an endless cycle.

It could be so easy, it would be spectacular,
if those fiery nights were reversible.

But that's impossible, time will win,
so I just hope that when it plays again
you lose your shame and shout oh, oh, oh ...
shout oh, oh, oh ...

I think I'm going to start breaking, oh, oh, oh ...
shout oh, oh, oh ...
And I no longer care if people watch.

Oh, oh, oh ...
I think I'm going to start breaking, oh, oh, oh ...
I think I'm going to start breaking, oh, oh, oh ...