Текст и перевод песни Pol Granch - Humanos

Humanos

No entiendo nada de los humanos
Conducta de enamorados y luego nos matamos
Y la verdad es que no podré aguantar más
Sin esa sinceridad que esos ojos pardos me lanzaron
Lo que creamos ayer
Era una cosa de los dos que no sabíamos cuidar
Y yo no quiero que veas
Que mi mente se ha perdido más
Y lo que quiero que digas
Son las cosas que nunca dijiste ayer
Que te abras
Y que me dejes verte bien
Droga en tamaño real, eres mi prada infernal
¿Por qué tiene que ser un "estaría bien" y no un "estará"?
Tratas de condicionar mi parte sentimental
Que se va rompiendo trocito a trozo y no se volverá a pegar
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Este cuento comenzaba por las manos
Que tú me tocas, te toco y ¡joder!, la que montamos
No pidas más de lo que este cuerpo te pueda llegar a dar
Y sé lo que quieres, pero no dártelo al cien, yeh
Y lo que quiero que digas
Son las cosas que nunca dijiste ayer
Que me quieras
Y que te sepas abrir bien
Droga en tamaño real, eres mi prada infernal
¿Por qué tiene que ser un "estaría bien" y no un "estará"?
Tratas de condicionar mi parte sentimental
Que se va rompiendo trocito a trozo y no se volverá a pegar
Y no se volverá a pegar
Y no se volverá a pegar
Y no se volverá a pegar, yeh-eh, yeh-eh, yeh
No nos pegaremos más
Tú a tu lado y a mí déjame volar

Humans

I don't understand humans at all.
The behavior of being in love and then killing each other,
And the truth is that I won't be able to bear it anymore,
Without that sincerity that your hazel eyes shot at me.
What we created yesterday,
It was a thing of us two that we didn't know how to take care of.
And I don't want you to see
That my mind has lost itself more.
And what I want you to say
Are the things that you never said yesterday.
That you open up,
And that you let me see you well,
Real-life drug, you are my infernal prey.
Why does it have to be a "it would be nice" and not a "it will be"?
You try to control my sentimental side,
That's breaking into little pieces and won't stick together again.
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, yeah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah.
This story began with hands,
That you touch me, I touch you and damn it, what we put together!
Don't ask for more than this body can give you,
And I know what you want, but do not give you one hundred, yeah.
And what I want you to say
Are the things that you never said yesterday.
That you love me,
And that you'll know how to open up well,
Real-life drug, you are my infernal prey.
Why does it have to be a "it would be nice" and not a "it will be"?
You try to control my sentimental side,
That's breaking into little pieces and won't stick together again.
And it will not stick together again,
And it will not stick together again,
And it will not stick together again, yeah, yeah, yeah,
We won't stick together anymore,
You on your side and let me fly.