MAL JUGADOR
 Syntomía
 Syntomía
BAD PLAYER
There's a cold silence with me
And I want to let it go
I am the witness of my crimes
Only I can testify
And if I remain silent, I'll break inside
And if I speak, I'll leave it to chance
Taking care of you, a misunderstanding
That's the bad thing about walking without a burden
Empty street, dark and lost
And just a coat in hand
In my head, the farewell
And your eyes, my eyes begging to stop
Maybe I won't be able to hold back my desire
And I'll become a bad player
But when I see you, I still think
You really have been the best
Maybe I keep my feelings quiet
And I'll fall like a good loser
But when I see you, I still think
You really have been the best
Once again, I fall into the mud
Your forgetfulness sinks me, it's worse
Than crossing with my eyes closed
Than having your love by my side
And I'm already losing all the ways out
Your steps are already moving away from me
I would still like to lodge
Your gaze in me Cantegril
Maybe I won't be able to hold back my desire
And become a bad player
But when I see you, I still think
You really have been the best
Maybe I'll keep my feelings to myself
And become a good loser
But when I see you, I still think
You really have been the best
Maybe I won't be able to hold back my desire
And become a bad player
But when I see you, I still think
You really have been the best
Maybe I won't be able to hold back my desire
And become a bad player
But when I see you, I still think
You really have been the best
Maybe I won't be able to hold back my desire
And become a bad player
But when I see you, I still think
You really have been the best
Maybe I'll keep my feelings to myself
And become a good loser
But when I see you, I still think
You really have been the best




