Paroles et traduction Fakuta - Armar Y Desarmar

Armar Y Desarmar

Es mi costumbre analizar,
Los detalles en detalles,
Las acciones por detrás.
Estos malos hábitos de adivinar,
Confusiones e intenciones,
Ya me salen mal.
Y es que yo no entiendo,
Cómo tu estás tan lejos,
Y llegamos hasta el mismo lugar.
Será que tengo miedo,
De quedarme atrás,
De no alcanzarte nunca,
Y nunca encontrarnos.
Por qué no me quieres acompañar,
A revisar el tiempo,
Caminar más allá.
Por qué no me quieres acompañar,
A sumergirme en horrores,
Ni a comprar el pan.
No ves que esto es lento,
Y más vale esperar,
A ver si existe el momento,
En que nos encontramos.
Y si no existe, qué más da,
Me rindo a la suavidad,
De este ejercicio indecente,
De armar y desarmar.
De armar y desarmar.
Es mi costumbre analizar,
Los detalles en detalles,
Las acciones por detrás.
Estos malos hábitos de adivinar,
Confusiones e intenciones,
Ya me salen mal.
Y es que yo no entiendo,
Cómo tu estás tan lejos,
Y llegamos hasta el mismo lugar.
Será que tengo miedo,
De quedarme atrás,
De no alcanzarte nunca,
Y nunca encontrarnos.
Por qué no me quieres acompañar,
A revisar el tiempo,
Caminar más allá.
Por qué no me quieres acompañar,
A sumergirme en horrores,
Ni a comprar el pan.
No ves que esto es lento,
Y más vale esperar,
A ver si existe el momento,
En que nos encontramos.
Y si no existe, qué más da,
Me rindo a la suavidad,
De este ejercicio indecente,
De armar y desarmar.
De armar y desarmar

Arm and Disarm

It's my habit to analyze,
The details in details,
The actions behind.
These bad habits of guessing,
Confusions and intentions,
Are already going wrong for me.
And it's that I don't understand,
How you are so far away,
And we arrive at the same place.
Could it be that I'm afraid,
Of staying behind,
Of never reaching you,
And never finding each other.
Why don't you want to come with me,
To review time,
To walk further.
Why don't you want to come with me,
To dive into horrors,
Or to buy bread.
Don't you see that this is slow,
And it's better to wait,
To see if the moment exists,
In which we meet.
And if it doesn't exist, what does it matter,
I surrender to the gentleness,
Of this indecent exercise,
Of arming and disarming.
Of arming and disarming.
It's my habit to analyze,
The details in details,
The actions behind.
These bad habits of guessing,
Confusions and intentions,
Are already going wrong for me.
And it's that I don't understand,
How you are so far away,
And we arrive at the same place.
Could it be that I'm afraid,
Of staying behind,
Of never reaching you,
And never finding each other.
Why don't you want to come with me,
To review time,
To walk further.
Why don't you want to come with me,
To dive into horrors,
Or to buy bread.
Don't you see that this is slow,
And it's better to wait,
To see if the moment exists,
In which we meet.
And if it doesn't exist, what does it matter,
I surrender to the gentleness,
Of this indecent exercise,
Of arming and disarming.
Of arming and disarming