Al Respirar
Vetusta Morla
Breathing
I left you on the couch
The paintings and a blank story
There is no beginning or end
Only what you want to tell
And when breathing, try to be the one who puts the air
May the world of this part of you come to you as you inhale
I left you on the couch
The paintings and a blank story
I'm going somewhere else
The journey may be long
The bubble I grew up in sold us comfort
And a knot between the hands
I chose ambiguity, you chose the ghost and the real
All in the same boat
And when breathing I propose to be the one who puts the air
May the world bring me from this side when I inhale
And breathe so hard that the air breaks
Although this time if I don't breathe it's because I don't want to drown
Try not to breathe
Try not to breathe
And when breathing I propose to be the one who puts the air
May the world bring me from this side when I inhale
And breathe so hard that the air breaks
Although this time it might be better to leave
Try not to breathe
Try not to breathe