Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crónico, artist - La Habitacion Roja. Date of issue: 06.10.2020
Song language: Spanish
Crónico(original) |
| Tengo una herida que no para de sangrar |
| Es tan profunda, no puedo ver su final |
| Me duele todo el cuerpo, pero es algo natural |
| No tenerte cerca es una enfermedad |
| Que me está matando y maltratando una vez más |
| Y es algo crónico, algo crónico y claustrofóbico |
| Como serías tú, sí, con esta herida en un costado |
| Y viendo que todo se ha acabado |
| Y que no queda aire que respirar |
| Y el que hay pronto se consumirá |
| Y miro abajo y está tan alto |
| Que quisiera dar el gran salto |
| Y acabar con el dolor, sentirme mucho mejor |
| Hablo con la pared y duermo para olvidar |
| Todo está lleno de ti |
| Cierro los ojos e intento escapar |
| Pero estoy atrapado |
| Siento impotencia y rabia como un ser mutilado |
| Y es algo crónico, algo crónico y claustrofóbico |
| Como serías tú, sí, con esta herida en un costado |
| Y viendo que todo se ha acabado |
| Y que no queda aire que respirar |
| Y el que hay pronto se consumirá |
| Y es algo crónico, algo crónico y claustrofóbico |
| Como serías tú, sí, con esta herida en un costado |
| Y viendo que todo se ha acabado |
| Y que no queda aire que respirar |
| Y el que hay pronto se consumirá |
| (translation) |
| I have a wound that won't stop bleeding |
| It's so deep, I can't see its end |
| My whole body hurts, but it's natural |
| Not having you around is a disease |
| That is killing and mistreating me once again |
| And it's kind of chronic, kind of chronic and claustrophobic |
| How would you be, yes, with this wound on the side |
| And seeing that everything is over |
| And there's no air left to breathe |
| And what there is will soon be consumed |
| And I look down and it's so high |
| That I would like to take the great leap |
| And end the pain, feel so much better |
| I talk to the wall and sleep to forget |
| everything is full of you |
| I close my eyes and try to escape |
| but i'm stuck |
| I feel impotence and rage like a mutilated being |
| And it's kind of chronic, kind of chronic and claustrophobic |
| How would you be, yes, with this wound on the side |
| And seeing that everything is over |
| And there's no air left to breathe |
| And what there is will soon be consumed |
| And it's kind of chronic, kind of chronic and claustrophobic |
| How would you be, yes, with this wound on the side |
| And seeing that everything is over |
| And there's no air left to breathe |
| And what there is will soon be consumed |