De Tanto Que Lo Intenté

I prefer to go out to win, to get out of the way
Today I prefer to start thinking that I'm just passing through
Scared of being the opposite of what I dreamed
With hands stained from the neighborhood
With a tired gesture, from trying so hard
And me without saying anything, with a hunger for sin
Singing from the throat
And with the possibility of hurting you
And you without saying anything, without desire for summer
Eager for revenge
And with the possibility that you are poisoning me
Today you prefer to talk for the sake of talking, I prefer silence
Thank goodness that in the long run, keeping quiet kept me awake
Delighted to be the opposite of what I dreamed
The guitar under my arm and bleeding fingers
From trying so hard
And me without saying anything
I analyze the situation without worrying about expenses
I make an effort to feel better
And don't ask me for so much, no
And me without saying anything