Matias M

No recuerdes mi nombre,
no quieras saludarme
en ese cumpleaños sin vos.
Y no busques excusas
para sacarte fotos y publicar
tonterías, frases de desamor.

No te acuerdes de mi comida preferida,
ni de mis traumas en la infancia.

Pero acordate de mí cuando lo beses a él,
cuando lo abraces, cuando llegue
el festejo por otro mes,
cuando no tengas un lugar donde dormir,
cuando no puedas invitarlo a salir,
entonces piensa en mí.

No voy a desearte el mal,
suficiente con el karma
de saber que perdiste mi esencia
por querer fingir demencia
y buscar lo que no necesitabas:
aventuras, dosis locas de adrenalina.

No pienses en lo que fui,
ni en lo que faltó por descubrir,
ya no pienso en el tiempo que perdí.

Pero acordate de mí cuando lo beses a él,
cuando lo abraces, cuando llegue
el festejo por otro mes,
cuando no tengas un lugar donde dormir,
cuando no puedas invitarlo a salir,
entonces piensa en mí.

No pienses en querer volver,
las puertas están todas cerradas.
No quieras creer en la suerte,
no te quiero volver a cruzar.

Pero acordate de mí cuando lo beses a él,
cuando lo abraces, cuando llegue
el festejo por otro mes,
cuando no tengas un lugar donde dormir,
cuando no puedas invitarlo a salir,
entonces piensa en mí.

And one day
you will be a memory,
dim and distant.
And one night
I won’t see you in my dreams
and you’ll be gone
from the bed you used to space.
From my mind.

Don’t be stupid, please don’t spoil it,
don’t tear down the wall I built
now I don’t need you here.
I know you don’t care at all
but I wish you could tell
that maybe I wasn’t enough
but I loved you with all that I was.

And one day
I’ll wake up and make the bed
and erase your trace.
And one night
I’ll stop staring at the moon
and waiting for you.

Don’t be stupid, please don’t spoil it,
don’t tear down the wall I built
now I don’t need you here.
I know you don’t care at all
but I wish you could tell
that maybe I wasn’t enough
but I loved you with all that I was.

Could you please show me some mercy,
tell the truth, I never lied,
I didn’t suck like a man?
Could you please say it wasn’t all my fault?
Why can’t you be honest?
Why can’t you, not even now?

Don’t be stupid, please don’t spoil it,
don’t tear down the wall I built
now I don’t need you here.
I know you don’t care at all
but I wish you could tell
that maybe I wasn’t enough
but I loved you with all that I was.

No quiero saber qué va a traer el futuro,
no quiero entender otra realidad si no es mía
y si me das a elegir, quiero ignorar
el significado de la vida,
por qué existimos en este mundo.

La vida es un juego para los dos,
no sé quién seas, estoy con vos.

No sé si llegarás a ser alguien
no sé hasta cuándo te quedes
pero sé que lo que sea que dure
no quiero que se termine
porque hoy sos alguien especial.

No importa entender lo que es un abrazo,
nada más quiero que queme más que el sol,
que te fundas en mí, que invadas todo
con una ilusión
que tenga sentido por hoy.

La vida es un juego que vas a perder
como sea siempre te va a coger.

No sé si llegarás a ser alguien
no sé hasta cuándo te quedes
pero sé que lo que sea que dure
no quiero que se termine
porque hoy sos alguien especial.

Si la vida es un instante
quiero compartirlo con ese alguien
que al menos hoy me hace creer.
Si la vida se va y no se repite
quiero compartirla con ese alguien
que aunque no se quede
hoy me hace sentir bien.

No sé si llegarás a ser alguien
no sé hasta cuándo te quedes
pero sé que lo que sea que dure
no quiero que se termine
porque hoy sos alguien especial.

A little child's looking up to you
every time you accomplish something,
after praying you could make it through,
after spending so long believing.

I'm so happy you kept pushing forward,
I knew you wouldn't finish last.

One day the dreams materialize
and everything you ever dreamt of
becomes tangible, a reality
and you look above for the first time
and understand you were always right
when you never gave up.

A little spark is all it takes
to ignite the fire in your soul
and it'll become the force to lead the way,
to achieve the goal you always dreamt of.

We all have a winner within
waiting for the sign to start believing.

One day the dreams materialize
and everything you ever dreamt of
becomes tangible, a reality
and you look above for the first time
and understand you were always right
when you never gave up.

Keep on dreaming, keep on fighting
trust your instict from the start.
Keep on moving, keep on smiling
and you're already halfway through...

One day the dreams materialize
and everything you ever dreamt of
becomes tangible, a reality
and you look above for the first time
and understand you were always right
when you never gave up.

No voy a escribir
otra canción de amor,
no voy a mentir con que todo está bien.
No hay final feliz,
el hechizo se rompió,
ya te borraste el tatuaje con mi nombre.

Escuchar canciones tristes es un cliché,
así no me vas a ver,
suficiente con que todos hablen...

De lo que fuimos, de lo que se rompió,
de lo que quedó a mitad de camino,
lo que fui, lo que no, lo que imaginé,
todo lo que idealicé.
Y te vi con ojos que buscaban el cielo
sin pensar, sin saber que era incierto
el futuro que ideaba, que escribí
en hojas arrugadas donde la dignidad perdí.

No voy a responder
mil preguntas sin sentido,
para que al final vos siempre te burles
de lo que rompiste,
de lo que tu ego consumió
cuando se te antojó que me podías querer.

Escribir canciones tristes me aburre,
no necesito volver a leer
algo que ya todos saben.

Lo que fuimos, lo que se rompió,
lo que quedó a mitad de camino,
lo que fui, lo que no, lo que imaginé,
todo lo que idealicé.
Y te vi con ojos que buscaban el cielo
sin pensar, sin saber que era incierto
el futuro que ideaba, que escribí
en hojas arrugadas donde la dignidad perdí.

Quise creer que esta vez iba a funcionar,
quise forzar algo que iba a fracasar,
y yo sabía que me fallabas
pero igual quise darnos una oportunidad,
siempre un estúpido, idiota.

Lo que fuimos, lo que se rompió,
lo que quedó a mitad de camino,
lo que fui, lo que no, lo que imaginé,
todo lo que idealicé.
Y te vi con ojos que buscaban el cielo
sin pensar, sin saber que era incierto
el futuro que ideaba, que escribí
en hojas arrugadas donde la dignidad perdí.

Turn around
and look at me, you can see me
walking away. I must confess
I fell hard on my knees
but you just took me by surprise.
No matter how
broken my, what?
I'll still put my hands up
to survive, you won't
be stronger than me, no, you won't win.

So sick and so tired
of your face mocking this,
I'm trying to get you over
'cause now you mean nothing to me.
You've already gone away,
you've already made up your mind.
So don't come back home,
don't try driving me insane.

When you hurt me I
didn't feel sad at all,
how could I
give you so much pleasure?
Talk to me and thrill me,
you always did the same.

So sick and so tired
of your face mocking this,
I'm trying to get you over
'cause now you mean nothing to me.
You've already gone away,
you've already made up your mind.
So don't come back home,
don't try driving me insane.

My life won't come to a sudden ending
just because you want it to happen,
who do you think you are?
Remember I might be broken
but I won't fall down to pieces,
who do you think you are?
It's just another relationship,
another game you needed to win
and I was just a disposable piece.
This is another, it's just another
of your stupid mistakes
like the ones I've forgiven.

It's pretty alarming
how charming he can be,
how easy he can fool everyone.
He's not having fun
when he claims you don't want
to feel like him at all.

He's like one of those shooting stars
that disappear after a while,
his light is about to blackout
'cause he's dead inside.

And though everyone loves him,
everyone says he's so charming
they don't know a shit,
how empty his soul is.
And everyone hears his laugh,
everyone believes he's ok
but he's lying to himself
when he says he's happy being alive.

Being only 24
he walks the streets so cocky
as if nothing really matters at all.
Isn't he bitterly clever?
He says you'd be jealous of him,
concealing how sad he feels.

You don't want to be like him,
it's not fun when night comes.
He's sad and he really means it,
despite his smile.

And though everyone loves him,
everyone says he's so charming
they don't know a shit,
how empty his soul is.
And everyone hears his laugh,
everyone believes he's ok
but he's lying to himself
when he says he's happy being alive.

It must be one of those God's jokes
when He plays the creationist role
without even thinking of
what kind of desperate soul
he decides to put on earth.
Now he's not coming back.
He smiles sadly for the last time
and puts himself to sleep crying.

And though everyone loves him,
everyone says he's so charming
they don't know a shit,
how empty his soul is.
And everyone hears his laugh,
everyone believes he's ok
but he's lying to himself
when he says he's happy being alive.

Don't you realize
he's yearning for help?
Don't you realize
I want to be helped?

What if I want to be the third option?
Why should I want to win or lose?
Maybe I want to break all the rules,
create a new stereotype...
in which I'm out of what you know
so you'll see a different colour,
and no one should care about that.
To be the one, I never liked that.

What could I do?
Should I pretend to be happy while I'm not?
What if I want to shine just for one day?
Sometimes I feel like a blackhole.

I want to be different from the rest
but I don't like that creepy attention
'cause I'm always trying to break the molds
but they're always into the right one...

What could I do?
Should I pretend to be happy while I'm not?
What if I want to shine just for one day?
Sometimes I feel like a blackhole.

We will never get it,
circles and triangles don't always fit.

I've been hidden since I was born,
caught in a world that does not know...


What could I do?
Should I pretend to be happy while I'm not?
What if I want to shine just for one day?
Sometimes I feel like a blackhole.