Текст и перевод песни Ignacia - Tiro

Tiro

A la vuelta de los karmas, la revelación estalla;
Pero nadie lo ilumina sin color, sin color.

Tanto eliminar patrones e intentar el bloque a bloque,
Me prefiero conectar con mi verdad, mi verdad.

Tiro, tiro, tiro,
De tu cuerda hacia el amor.
Sino, sino, sino,
Sino te sueltas, se corta en vos.

Tiro, tiro, tiro,
De tu cuerda hacia el amor.
Miro, miro, miro,
En tus ojos sólo hay dolor.

Te definen tus palabras, como sólo un personaje;
Si te vieras dentro en serio, no sos vos, no sos vos.
Quisiera que tomes algo, de lo que te guste darme.
No me quedo con las ganas, si sos vos, si sos vos...

Tiro, tiro, tiro,
De tu cuerda hacia el amor.
Sino, sino, sino,
Sino te sueltas, se corta en vos.

Tiro, tiro, tiro,
De tu cuerda hacia el amor.
Miro, miro, miro,
En tus ojos sólo hay dolor.

Si no te sueltas se corta en vos...

Tiro, tiro, tiro,

Miro, miro, miro,
Se corta en...
Tiro, tiro, tiro,
De tu cuerda hacia el amor.
Sino, sino, sino,
Sino te sueltas, se corta en vos.

Tiro, tiro, tiro,
De tu cuerda hacia el amor.
Miro, miro, miro,
En tus ojos sólo hay dolor.

Shot

At the turn of karma, the revelation explodes;
But nobody shines it without color, without color.

So eliminating patterns and trying block by block,
I prefer to connect with my truth, my truth.

Shot, shot, shot,
From your string towards love.
Else, else, else,
Else you let go, it will cut you.

Shot, shot, shot,
From your string towards love.
I look, I look, I look,
In your eyes, there is only pain.

Your words define you, as just a character;
If you really saw yourself inside, you are not you, you are not you.
I would like you to take something of what you like to give me.
I do not stay with the desire, if you are you, if you are you...

Shot, shot, shot,
From your string towards love.
Else, else, else,
Else you let go, it will cut you.

Shot, shot, shot,
From your string towards love.
I look, I look, I look,
In your eyes, there is only pain.

If you do not let go, it will cut you...

Shot, shot, shot,

I look, I look, I look,
It cuts...
Shot, shot, shot,
From your string towards love.
Else, else, else,
Else you let go, it will cut you.

Shot, shot, shot,
From your string towards love.
I look, I look, I look,
In your eyes, there is only pain.