Текст и перевод песни Miss Caffeina - Venimos

Venimos

Almas de puertas cerradas
Con las ventanas abiertas
Brisa de mar disfrazada
De cazador en retirada

Restos de sueños varados
Intentos fallidos de fuga
Viejos deseos heridos
Paisajes abandonados

Y aunque parezca tan diferente
Veo, al mirarnos de frente

Venimos del mismo lugar
De un año de mierda, de rabia sexual
Venimos del mismo lugar
De dormir con desconocidos para evitar
Algunas preguntas que no sé
Que no sé contestar

Te imaginé conduciendo
En medio de cada viaje
Igual de asustada con lo que dejabas detrás
Y lo que había delante

Y aunque parezca tan diferente
Veo, al mirarnos de frente

Venimos del mismo lugar
De un año de mierda, de rabia sexual
Venimos del mismo lugar
De dormir con desconocidos para evitar
Algunas preguntas que no sé
Que no sé contestar

Que no sé contestar
Que no sé contestar
Que no sé contestar

Venimos del mismo lugar
De un año de mierda, de rabia sexual
Venimos del mismo lugar
De follar con desconocidos para evitar
Algunas preguntas que no sé
Que no sé contestar

We Come From

Souls with closed doors
With open windows
A sea breeze disguised
As a hunter in retreat

Remains of stranded dreams
Failed escape attempts
Old wounded desires
Abandoned landscapes

And although it seems so different
I see, when we look at each other face to face

We come from the same place
From a shitty year, of sexual rage
We come from the same place
Of sleeping with strangers to avoid
Some questions that I don't know
That I don't know how to answer

I imagined you driving
In the middle of every trip
Just as scared of what you left behind
And what lay ahead

And although it seems so different
I see, when we look at each other face to face

We come from the same place
From a shitty year, of sexual rage
We come from the same place
Of sleeping with strangers to avoid
Some questions that I don't know
That I don't know how to answer

That I don't know how to answer
That I don't know how to answer
That I don't know how to answer

We come from the same place
From a shitty year, of sexual rage
We come from the same place
Of fucking with strangers to avoid
Some questions that I don't know
That I don't know how to answer