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El peligro (Remaster 2017)

El peligro no es cuestion de un par de golpes,
El peligro es no saber a donde ir.
El peligro es no encontrar jamas tu sitio
Y sentir que ya llegaste sin salir.
El peligro es el fantasma que planea
Sobre aquello que juraste un dia alcanzar
Y te ata de las manos mientras graba en tu pellejo
Una cifra, una letra, y a volar...
Una cifra, una letra, y a volar.
Y correr dicen que es cosa de cobardes,
Pero todos somos carne de cañon,
Yo lo soy y no me importa confesar que mas que nadie,
Pero aqui quien no es cobarde por amor...
Pero aqui quien no es cobarde por amor.
El peligro es perder a quien se ama,
Con la furia que desata el huracan.
Comprobar que en casa ya no espera nadie,
Y que no hay nadie a quien puedas esperar...
Y que no hay nadie a quien puedas esperar.
Y correr dicen que es cosa de cobardes,
Pero todos somos carne de cañon,
Yo lo soy y no me importa confesar que mas que nadie,
Pero aqui quien no es cobarde por amor...
Pero aqui quien no es cobarde por amor.
El peligro es cuando quema las entrañas
Por amor o desamor que mas me da.
Y el calor se te hace escarcha,
Y el aire explota y amarga
En tu pecho por la mujer que se va...
En tu pecho por la mujer que se va.
Y correr dicen que es cosa de cobardes,
Pero todos somos carne de cañon,
Yo lo soy y no me importa confesar que mas que nadie,
Pero aqui quien no es cobarde por amor.
Y correr dicen que es cosa de cobardes,
Pero todos somos carne de cañon,
Yo lo soy y no me importa confesar que mas que nadie,
Pero aqui quien no es cobarde por amor...
Pero aqui quien no es cobarde por amor.

El Peligro (Remaster 2017)

Danger isn't just about a couple of punches,
Danger is not knowing where to go.
Danger is not ever finding your place
And feeling you've already arrived without leaving.
Danger is the ghost that hovers
Over that which you swore one day to reach
And ties you by the hands while it engraves on your skin
A number, a letter, and to fly...
A number, a letter, and to fly.
And they say running is for cowards,
But we are all cannon fodder,
I am and I don't care to confess that more than anyone else,
But here who isn't a coward for love...
But here who isn't a coward for love.
The danger is losing those we love,
With the fury of a hurricane.
To find that no one awaits us at home,
And that there is no one you can wait for...
And that there is no one you can wait for.
And they say running is for cowards,
But we are all cannon fodder,
I am and I don't care to confess that more than anyone else,
But here who isn't a coward for love...
But here who isn't a coward for love.
The danger is when it burns your insides
For love or heartbreak, what more can I say.
And the heat turns to frost,
And the air explodes and turns bitter
In your chest for the woman who's leaving...
In your chest for the woman who's leaving.
And they say running is for cowards,
But we are all cannon fodder,
I am and I don't care to confess that more than anyone else,
But here who isn't a coward for love.
And they say running is for cowards,
But we are all cannon fodder,
I am and I don't care to confess that more than anyone else,
But here who isn't a coward for love...
But here who isn't a coward for love.