New One.
This is for lovely
hilsonlover
Hope you like this :3
'Why to Bother?' ~ Ricardo Arjona
The bed is missing the movement
your clothes are missing the air that you took away from them
and like an army claiming for the future
your shoes want to go out the closet
The house wants to clone you
and the picture on the wall is bored
and even your enemy, the kitchen
is missing those dishes that you didn't make
and don't even talk about the clock
who's lazy, making every second a problem
And why to talk about me if you alread know that
Why the cheesy story?
Why to tell you that I'm worst than anything else?
Why to tell you that now that you're not here
the house does down on my head and the door opens itself,
just in case that you want to come back?
The couch still has the mark of your body
and the floor is not the same without your steps
and the sun doesn't want to come to my window
knowing that you're not here to see him
and don't even talk abour your smell that's still here
nor the mirror that tries to see you
And why to talk about me if you alread know that
Why the cheesy story?
Why to tell you that I'm worst than anything else?
Why to tell you that now that you're not here
the house does down on my head and the door opens itself,
just in case that you want to come back?
"Pa' Qué?" ~ Ricardo Arjona
La cama está que extraña el movimiento
Tu ropa extraña el aire que le quitas
Y como un batallón en huelga de futuros
Se asoman tus zapatos por el closet
La casa está con ganas de clonarte
Y el cuadro en la pared esta aburrido
Y es que hasta tu enemiga la cocina
Extraña aquellos guisos que no hacías
Y no se hable del reloj que haraganea
Haciendo de un instante una odisea
Y pa qué te hablo de mi si está de más
Pa qué la verborragia cursi y necia
Pa qué decirte que el peor es quien te habla
Pa qué decirte que hoy que ya no estás
La casa se derrumba en mi cabeza
Y la puerta se abre sola por si vuelves
El sillón aún guarda huellas de tus curvas
Y el piso no es el mismo sin tus pasos
Y el sol ya ni se asoma en la ventana
Sabiendo que no estás para observarlo
Y no se hable de tu olor que flota inerte
O del espejo que se inclina para verte
Y pa qué te hablo de mi si esta de más
Pa qué la verborragia cursi y necia
Pa qué decirte que el peor es quien te habla
Pa qué decirte que hoy que ya no estás
La casa se derrumba en mi cabeza
Y la puerta se abre sola por si vuelves
PS: The original song is on Spanish ^^U
hilsonlover
Hope you like this :3
'Why to Bother?' ~ Ricardo Arjona
The bed is missing the movement
your clothes are missing the air that you took away from them
and like an army claiming for the future
your shoes want to go out the closet
The house wants to clone you
and the picture on the wall is bored
and even your enemy, the kitchen
is missing those dishes that you didn't make
and don't even talk about the clock
who's lazy, making every second a problem
And why to talk about me if you alread know that
Why the cheesy story?
Why to tell you that I'm worst than anything else?
Why to tell you that now that you're not here
the house does down on my head and the door opens itself,
just in case that you want to come back?
The couch still has the mark of your body
and the floor is not the same without your steps
and the sun doesn't want to come to my window
knowing that you're not here to see him
and don't even talk abour your smell that's still here
nor the mirror that tries to see you
And why to talk about me if you alread know that
Why the cheesy story?
Why to tell you that I'm worst than anything else?
Why to tell you that now that you're not here
the house does down on my head and the door opens itself,
just in case that you want to come back?
"Pa' Qué?" ~ Ricardo Arjona
La cama está que extraña el movimiento
Tu ropa extraña el aire que le quitas
Y como un batallón en huelga de futuros
Se asoman tus zapatos por el closet
La casa está con ganas de clonarte
Y el cuadro en la pared esta aburrido
Y es que hasta tu enemiga la cocina
Extraña aquellos guisos que no hacías
Y no se hable del reloj que haraganea
Haciendo de un instante una odisea
Y pa qué te hablo de mi si está de más
Pa qué la verborragia cursi y necia
Pa qué decirte que el peor es quien te habla
Pa qué decirte que hoy que ya no estás
La casa se derrumba en mi cabeza
Y la puerta se abre sola por si vuelves
El sillón aún guarda huellas de tus curvas
Y el piso no es el mismo sin tus pasos
Y el sol ya ni se asoma en la ventana
Sabiendo que no estás para observarlo
Y no se hable de tu olor que flota inerte
O del espejo que se inclina para verte
Y pa qué te hablo de mi si esta de más
Pa qué la verborragia cursi y necia
Pa qué decirte que el peor es quien te habla
Pa qué decirte que hoy que ya no estás
La casa se derrumba en mi cabeza
Y la puerta se abre sola por si vuelves
PS: The original song is on Spanish ^^U