Lyrics of Humanos - Pol Granch

Humanos (original)

No entiendo nada de los humanos
Conducta de enamorados y luego nos matamos
Y la verdad es que no podré aguantar más sin esa sinceridad
Que esos ojos pardos me lanzaron
Lo que creamos ayer era una cosa de los dos
Que no sabíamos cuidar
Que yo no quiero que veas que mi mente se ha perdido más
Y lo que quiero que digas son las cosas que nunca dijiste ayer, que te abras y
que me dejes verte bien
Droga en tamaño real, eres mi prada infernal
Porque tiene que ser uno, estaría bien y uno no estará
Tratas de condicionar mi parte sentimental
Que se va rompiendo trocito a trozo y no se volverá a pegar
Este cuento comenzaba por las manos
Que tú me tocas, te toco y joder la que montamos
No pidas más de lo que este cuerpo te pueda llegar a dar y sé lo que quieres,
pero no dártelo al cien
Y lo que quiero que digas son las cosas que nunca dijiste ayer, que me quieras
y que te sepas abrir bien
Droga en tamaño real, eres mi prada infernal
Porque tiene que ser uno, estaría bien y uno no estará
Tratas de condicionar mi parte sentimental
Que se va rompiendo trocito a trozo y no se volverá a pegar
Y no se volverá a pegar
Y no se volverá a pegar
Y no se volverá a pegar
No nos pegaremos más
Tú a tu lado y a mi déjame volar

(translation)

I don't understand anything about humans
Behavior of lovers and then we kill each other
And the truth is I can't take it anymore without that sincerity
That those brown eyes threw me
What we created yesterday was one of the two
that we did not know how to care
That I don't want you to see that my mind has lost more
And what I want you to say are the things you never said yesterday, open up and
let me see you well
Life size dope, you're my hellish prada
Because it has to be one, it would be fine and one will not be
You try to condition my sentimental part
That breaks piece by piece and will not stick again
This story began with the hands
That you touch me, I touch you and fuck the one we set up
Do not ask for more than this body can give you and I know what you want,
but don't give it to a hundred
And what I want you to say are the things you never said yesterday, that you love me
and that you know how to open well
Life size dope, you're my hellish prada
Because it has to be one, it would be fine and one will not be
You try to condition my sentimental part
That breaks piece by piece and will not stick again
And it won't stick again
And it won't stick again
And it won't stick again
We won't hit each other anymore
You by your side and me let me fly