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Cosas Perdidas

Hay cosas que son sospechosas
De no ser las cosas que imaginaría
Hay cosas que yo pensaría
Que son esas cosas que nunca diría

Hay cosas que no se perdonan
Y que te abandonan cuando más querías
Y bueno, si de todos modos
Son cosas perdidas (perdidas)

Hay cosas que son peligrosas
Depende del lado que mires las cosas
Si rozan las cosas prohibidas
Eso es lo primero que uno elegiría

Y cuándo recuerdo esas cosas
Que no me animé a decirte un día
Y bueno, de todas maneras
Son cosas perdidas

Ay, como duelen las viejas heridas
Ay, como duelen las cosas, las cosas perdidas

No todo es lo que parece
Las cosas se siguen mezclando por suerte
La cosa se pone espesa
Y seguimos luchando cada vez más fuerte

Hay cosas que muchos hacían
Y por conveniencia cambiaron un día
Y bueno, de todas maneras
Son cosas perdidas

Ay, como duelen las viejas heridas
Ay, como duelen las cosas, las cosas perdidas... perdidas

Hay cosas que se prometían
Y fueron del reino de la fantasía
Hay causas perdidas que son cosa seria
Si no te frena la utopía

Las cosas perdidas se encuentran
El día que falta eso que te guía
Y bueno, de todas maneras
Son cosas mías

Ay, como duelen las viejas heridas
Ay, ay, ay, como duelen las cosas, las cosas perdidas, perdidas

Ay, qué cosas perdidas
Ay, qué cosas perdidas
Ay, qué cosas perdidas

Lost Things

There are things that are suspicious
Of not being the things you would imagine
There are things that I would think
That are these things that I would never say

There are things that are not forgiven
And that abandon you when you wanted them most
And well, if anyway
They are lost things (lost)

There are things that are dangerous
Depending on the side you look at things
If they graze the forbidden things
That's the first thing you would choose

And when I remember those things
That I didn't dare tell you one day
And well, anyway
They are lost things

Oh, how old wounds hurt
Oh, how things hurt, the things, the lost things

Not everything is what it seems
Things keep getting mixed, luckily
Things are getting thick
And we keep fighting each time stronger

There are things that many people did
And for convenience they changed one day
And well, anyway
They are lost things

Oh, how old wounds hurt
Oh, how things hurt, the things, the lost things... lost

There are things that were promised
And were from the realm of fantasy
There are lost causes that are serious
If utopia doesn't stop you

Lost things are found
The day that the thing that guides you is missing
And well, anyway
They are my things

Oh, how old wounds hurt
Oh, oh, oh, how things hurt, the things, the lost things, lost

Oh, what lost things
Oh, what lost things
Oh, what lost things