
Date of issue: 16.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Acosador(original) |
Ella cuelga… Y se aterra… |
Un gran miedo corre en sus venas |
Empieza a temblar, comienza a respirar |
Con gran dificultad y el cel suena |
Suena, suena, suena |
Más, lo apaga sin más |
Se dispone a salir a la universidad |
Sube al coche y se va siempre mirando atrás |
Por si el auto del ex la siguiera hasta allá |
Y frena… En el semáforo |
Los nervios no se van, ya lo corroboró |
Viene un auto detrás y al lado se paró |
Que susto se llevó cuando reconoció |
Que el conductor que vio fue quien la amenazó |
Cuando este la miró tan sólo saludó y sonrió |
El miedo la invadió y presiona el acelerador |
Ella asegura vio maldad en esa expresión |
Luego llega… A la universidad |
Donde se siente como en su segundo hogar |
Se sienta en su lugar, se intenta concentrar |
Y en eso un compañero le habla desde atrás (hey) |
Voltea a mirar y en el rincón está |
Alguien que no esperó ver en ese lugar |
El mismo que le dijo antes que la iba a matar |
Él no estudiaba allí, ¿cómo es que pudo entrar? |
CORO |
Sale del salón sintiendo tensión |
Nadie la siguió detrás pero no impidió |
Que corriera sin cesar e incluso bajó |
Escaleras sin frenar y un guardia le habló |
Pare, sabe que se puede lastimar |
Mire con cuidado en dónde debería pisar |
No sabe cuántas desgracias he visto en este lugar |
Y sería una gran tragedia que algo le pueda pasar |
Ella miró directo al señor |
Que cada mañana siempre le saludó |
Y el terror que la invadió no fue por su voz |
Sino por esa mirada que intersectó |
No era la de él, de eso no hay error |
Era la expresión de su acosador |
¿Cómo es que llegó a salir de salón |
Y a cambiar su ropa y voz por la del señor? |
Nada cuadra |
Se fue a su auto y marcó |
A un amigo pidiendo se vieran los dos |
En un parque cercano cuanto antes mejor |
Ella llegó primero y allí lo esperó |
Mientras esperaba en su celular miraba |
Una noticia que su miedo provocó se acrecentara |
Encontraron la cabeza de una chica degollada |
Y una nariz de payaso color verde la adornaba |
Sin más |
CORO |
Por fin llega su amigo para ayudar |
Ella le había contado un poco antes de llegar |
Por lo que él una pistola le quiso prestar |
Ella tendría que disparar si algo si algo salía mal |
Ni más |
Ni hablar, tendría que actuar sin importar |
Si en defensa propia tenía que matar |
La amenaza ya era muy clara y no se iba a arriesgar |
Menos sabiendo que hace tiempo la golpeó en un bar |
Se va a casa y al llegar cerró |
Cada puerta y ventana por su protección |
Había calma en el exterior |
Pero su soledad no la tranquilizó |
Cae la noche y su miedo aumentó |
Pues desde la ventana en un auto observó |
La cara de su ex mirando directo a su hogar |
Luego de un rato allí en su casa alguien se empieza a estacionar |
Toc, toc, tocan la puerta, toc, toc, toc |
La perilla de la puerta se movió |
Ella sujetó el arma firme y apuntó |
Decidida a salvar su vida de un loco |
Se abre la puerta y alguien se adentró |
Era el monstruo que la acosaba quien llegó |
Sin decir palabras ella empuñó fuerte el arma |
Y con un nudo en la garganta sin piedad disparó |
CORO |
Pobre chica, no saben lo que sufrió |
Cuando se enteró que no mató al acosador |
Sino que disparó contra el hombre que la educó |
Su propio padre fue a quien su arma asesinó |
Y es que ella realmente no lo evitó |
Porque no revisó aquel mensaje que llegó |
Decía: Hola, hija, ¿cómo estás, mi amor? |
Llegué antes de mi viaje, nos veremos hoy |
Y la explicación para el acoso que vivió |
Tiempo después se reveló cuando al psiquiátrico ingresó |
Síndrome de Frégoli se le diagnosticó |
Por ello miraba en otros el rostro que la acosó |
Y su exnovio realmente no imaginó |
Que su amenaza falsa provocó lo que pasó |
Hay miles de monstruos habitando alrededor |
Pero a veces los peores viven en nuestro interior |
CORO |
(translation) |
She hangs up… and is terrified… |
A great fear runs in his veins |
She starts to shake, she starts to breathe |
With great difficulty and the cel sounds |
ring, ring, ring |
More, she just turns it off |
She is preparing to leave for the university |
She gets in the car and always looks back |
In case the ex's car followed her there |
And she brakes… At the traffic light |
Her nerves do not go away, she already corroborated it |
A car comes behind and next to it stopped |
What a fright she got when she recognized |
That the driver she saw was the one who threatened her |
When he looked at her, she just waved and smiled. |
Fear invaded her and she presses the accelerator |
She assures she saw evil in that expression |
Then she arrives… at the university |
Where she feels like her second home |
She sits in her place, she tries to concentrate |
And in that a partner speaks to him from behind (hey) |
She turns to look and in the corner she is |
Someone you didn't expect to see in that place |
The same one that she told him before that he was going to kill her |
He didn't study there, how come he could get in? |
CHORUS |
He leaves the room feeling tense. |
No one followed behind her but she didn't stop |
That he ran endlessly and even went down |
Stairs without stopping and a guard spoke to him |
Stop, she knows that she can get hurt |
Look carefully where you should step |
You don't know how many misfortunes I have seen in this place |
And it would be a great tragedy if something could happen to him |
She looked straight at the lord |
That she every morning she always greeted him |
And the terror that invaded her was not because of his voice |
But for that look that she intersected |
It was not his, there is no mistake about that |
It was the expression of his stalker |
How did she get to leave the hall |
And to change her clothes and her voice for the lord's? |
nothing blocks |
She went to her car and dialed |
To a friend asking to see the two |
In a nearby park the sooner the better |
She arrived first and there she waited for him |
While she waited on her cell phone she watched |
A piece of news that her fear of her caused her to increase |
They found the head of a girl with her throat cut |
And a green clown nose adorned it |
no more |
CHORUS |
Finally her friend arrives to help |
She had told him a little before arriving |
For what he wanted to lend him a gun |
She would have to shoot if something if something went wrong |
no more |
No way, she would have to act regardless |
If she in self defense she had to kill |
The threat was already very clear and she was not going to risk it. |
Less knowing that she hit her in a bar a long time ago |
She goes home and upon arrival she closed |
Every door and window for your protection |
It was calm outside |
But his loneliness of hers did not reassure her |
She falls night and his fear of her increased |
Well, from the window in a car she watched |
Her ex's face of her looking straight home |
After a while there at her house someone starts to park |
Knock, knock, knock on the door, knock, knock, knock |
The doorknob moved |
She held the gun steady and aimed |
Determined to save her life from her from a madman |
The door opens and someone entered |
It was the monster that haunted her who came |
Wordlessly she gripped the gun tight |
And with a lump in her throat she mercilessly shot |
CHORUS |
Poor girl, they don't know what she suffered |
When she found out that she didn't kill the stalker |
She but she shot the man who raised her |
His own father was the one his gun killed |
And it is that she really did not avoid it |
Because she didn't check that message that she arrived |
She would say: Hello, daughter, how are you, my love? |
I arrived before my trip, we will see you today |
And the explanation for the bullying she experienced |
Some time later it was revealed when he was admitted to the psychiatric |
Frégoli syndrome was diagnosed |
That is why she looked in others at the face of her who harassed her |
And her ex-boyfriend of hers really did not imagine |
That his fake threat of her caused what happened |
There are thousands of monsters living around |
But sometimes the worst live inside us |
CHORUS |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Personalidad Múltiple | 2018 |
Mundo Hipócrita | 2014 |
Loco Por Ti | 2016 |
Estoy Loco | 2017 |
Exorcismo | 2017 |