Una canción, sin más.

Día par, día par, día par, día par, día par, día par

Urgando en las heridas

3.7

could you run a little faster
while I have pieces of glass
stuck into my feet?

could you smoke in my face
while I feel how my lungs
turn into black sand?

could you let me fall from here
while I think that my bag
is a parachute?



could you play my song
while a failure switches
my voice off?

could you still be yourself
while I have to change what
I like the most?!

Cua qui tu ti chin ... papipu cui cui chui chuo...ni ni..

Casualidad...??

It’s good to see you
It’s been a while
You’ve had your life
And I’ve had mine

It’s good to notice
All the ways we change
But even better
How we stay the same

I’d love to know
So tell me everything
I want to know exactly how you’ve been
Before you know
We’ll forget the time
And turn around and find we’ve talked all night
It’s getting light outside

Even though I could talk all day
I still run out of things to say
I feel fine in your company
Even when we sit silently
And suddenly
We’ll turn around and find we’ve talked all night
It’s getting light outside

The conversation goes so easily
And that’s exactly how it needs to be
I know when I speak I’m listened to
And in return I do the same for you
I don’t feel the need to reminisce
Don’t want to think about the things I miss
Before you know we’ll forget the time
And turn around and find we’ve talked all night
It’s getting light outside

Everyday, do something that scares!

Si estás harto de todo,
si estás aburrido de quejarte,
si vas a ser valiente,
si ya no tienes miedo,
si has decidido empezar de cero,
si quieres aprender cosas nuevas o
si necesitas cambiar
esta es tu canción!

Si no... también...




oh no, god damn
I missed the last tram
I killed a party again
god damn, god damn
I wanna sleep in my bed
I wanna clean up my head
don't wanna look this dead
don't wanna feel this dread

I killed a party again
I ruined it for my friends
well you're so silent, Jens
well maybe I am, maybe I am

now at the central station
no time for being patient
I feel like going home
but at the same time I don't

black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab

and I've heard all the stories
'bout the black cabs and the way they drive
but if you take a ride with them
you may not come back alive

they might be psycho killers
but tonight I really don't care
so I say turn up the music
take me home or take me anywhere

black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab

you don't know anything
so don't ask me questions
you don't know anything
so please don't ask me any questions
you don't know anything
so don't ask me questions
just turn the music up
and keep your mouth shut

black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab

No hay dolor

A ver...
¿qué otra cosa se puede hacer a las 4 y pico de la madrugada más que poner una canción??