¿Por qué no vienes hasta mí? ¿Por qué no puedo amarte? ¿Por qué no vienes hasta mí? ¿Por qué no cambias como el Sol?

You feel like you're falling backwards. Like you're slippin' through the cracks. Like no one would even notice. If you left this town and never came back.

We can be strong, we can be strong. Out on this lonely run on the road to love. We can be strong, we can be strong. Follow that unicorn on the road to love.

I've got a soul that can not sleep. At night when something just ain't right. Blood red but without sight. Exploding egos in the night.

Ese sentimiento. Sensación llena de emoción. Siento la alegría. Que me provoca esta canción. Oye mi corazón.

I could be mean. I could be angry. You know I could be just like you. I could be fake. I could be stupid. You know I could be just like you.

Qué milagro tiene que pasar para que me ames. Que estrella del cielo ha de caer para poderte convencer. Que no sienta mi alma sola.

Listen. I woke up this morning. And heard the TV saying something. About disaster in the world. It made me wonder where I'm going.

Mhmm, yeah, alright. Ooh. Everyone knows all about my direction. And in my heart somewhere, I wanna go there. Still I don't go there.

I remember when. We used to laugh. About nothing at all. It was better than going mad. From trying to solve all the problems we're going through.

One. Two. Three. Nil! (Yeah!). Chaos, it's just the beginning. Every promise I made I'm rescinding. Center mass in the middle of the monster.

This one goes out to the one I love. This one goes out to the one I've left behind. A simple prop to occupy my time. This one goes out to the one I love.

No sé para qué volviste. Si ya empezaba a olvidar. No sé si ya lo sabrás. Lloré cuando vos te fuiste. No sé para qué volviste.

I'm gonna be released from behind these lines. And I don't care whether I live or die. And I'm losing blood, I'm gonna leave my bones.

Cuando pienso en Tu amor y en Tu fidelidad. No puedo hacer más que postrarme y adorar. Y cuando pienso en cómo he sido. Y hasta dónde me has traído.

Hello, my name is Mark. I play gentlemen's games. And I can slip through and creepin'. Through the night's parade. I shake a hand or two.

This dance. This dance. It's like a weapon. It's like a weapon. Of self defense. Self defense. Against the present. Against the present. Present tense.

You are wrong, fucked and overrated. I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault. This is the end of everything. You are the end of everything.

Unos que nacen, otros moriran. Unos que rien, otros lloraran. Agua sin cauces. Rio sin mar. Penas y glorias, guerras y paz. Siempre hay porque vivir.

And the road becomes my bride. And the road becomes my bride. I have stripped of all but pride. So in her I do confide. And she keeps me satisfied.

Blessings for every gyal that never ramp with men's fillings. You're the one I want in my life, yeah, baby. Hey, yo', Yatra, Guaynaa, Guaynaa.