Días Que Se Escapan

Now it doesn't matter if I go up, down, or stand still
Watching white planes fly over me
Sensational escape in a long shot
And I who thought I was Steve Joaquin
The skill of your slow hands
Among the shadows of a cheap hotel
I who tried to burn all the bridges
Just wanted to keep myself safe in

Days that slip away from my hands
They run like stolen cars
Days that slip away from my hands
Nights on borrowed mattresses
Days that shine on the wet floor
I'll take a walk to see you for a while
under the storm

Now it doesn't matter to continue, stop, or pass by
Collecting portraits that I lived
Emotional, felt in an impact
Life is an excerpt that I lost

Joy of your slow hands
They are experts in stolen cars
I who tried to erase all my traces
Not to run after my past in

Days that slip away from my hands
Nights on borrowed mattresses
Days that slip away from my hands
They run like stolen cars
Days that shine on the wet floor
I'll take a walk,
to see you for a while under the storm

Joy of your slow hands
Under the skies I left burning
I who tried to erase all my traces
Not to run after my past in

Days that slip away from my hands...