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Mi parte

Costumbre, destinos, familia y amigos, disculpad mi mala educación
Me voy a otra a otra parte buscando
Silencio, ésta se ha convertido en mi prisión
Me llevo las notas, el humo, las horas, mis diarios de ciencia ficción
Regalos, recuerdos, sonrisas y miedos, ocupan demasiado

Quiero guardar cada detalle, cada piel que ha dibujado este paisaje
Salvar aquel sofá marrón que nos volvía de
Hormigón donde perdimos y ganamos tantas tardes
Quiero quemar lo que no arde y deshacerme de lo insignificante
Dejar la misma habitación que me ha vestido de
Pasión en la que fuimos tan felices como nadie
Cerrar la puerta y saber que me dejo una parte

Desnudo paredes que han sido testigos de cada risa y confesión
La nada se empeña en llenar el vacío y no puedo decirle que no
La puerta esta abierta,
No importa quien venga, declaro libre la estación
Dejé esta canción y la llave en la mesa, me vino mal decir adiós

Quiero guardar cada detalle, cada piel que ha dibujado este paisaje
Salvar aquel sofá marrón que nos volvía de
Hormigón donde perdimos y ganamos tantas tardes
Quiero quemar lo que no arde y deshacerme de lo insignificante
Dejar la misma habitación que me ha vestido de
Pasión en la que fuimos tan felices como nadie
Cerrar la puerta y saber que me llevo una parte

Quiero guardar cada detalle, cada piel que ha dibujado este paisaje
Salvar aquel sofá marrón que nos volvía de
Hormigón donde perdimos y ganamos tantas tardes
Quiero quemar lo que no arde y deshacerme de lo insignificante
Dejar la misma habitación que me ha vestido de
Pasión en la que fuimos tan felices como nadie
Cerrar la puerta y saber
Cerrar la puerta y saber que me llevo mi parte

Me dejaré la razón si pierdo el rastro del sol
Me irá mil veces mejor si sigo el
Impulso de atarme a lo único que sé que soy

My Part

Customs, destinies, family and friends, if you'll excuse my bad manners
I'm off to another place, searching
Silence, this has become my prison
I'm taking my notes, the smoke, the hours, my science fiction journals
Presents, memories, smiles and fears, they take up too much space

I want to keep every detail, every skin that has drawn this scape
To save that brown sofa that made us
Concrete where we lost and won so many afternoons
I want to burn that which doesn't burn and get rid of that which is insignificant
Leave the same room that has dressed me with
Passion in which we were as happy as anyone
Closing the door and knowing that I'm leaving a part of myself behind

I strip bare walls that have witnessed every laugh and confession
Emptiness insists on filling the void and I can't tell it no
The door is open,
No matter who enters, I declare the station free
I left this song and the key on the table, it was hard for me to say goodbye

I want to keep every detail, every skin that has drawn this scape
To save that brown sofa that made us
Concrete where we lost and won so many afternoons
I want to burn that which doesn't burn and get rid of that which is insignificant
Leave the same room that has dressed me with
Passion in which we were as happy as anyone
Closing the door and knowing that I'm taking a part of myself with me

I want to keep every detail, every skin that has drawn this scape
To save that brown sofa that made us
Concrete where we lost and won so many afternoons
I want to burn that which doesn't burn and get rid of that which is insignificant
Leave the same room that has dressed me with
Passion in which we were as happy as anyone
Closing the door and knowing
Closing the door and knowing that I'm taking my part with me

I'll give up my reason if I lose track of the sun
I'll do a thousand times better if I follow
The impulse to tie myself to the only thing I know I am