Luka
Suzanne VegaOriginal | LUKA (versión española) download |
LUKA My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was I think it's because I'm clumsy I try not to talk too loud Maybe it's because I'm crazy I try not to act too proud They only hit until you cry After that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore Yes I think I'm okay I walked into the door again Well, if you ask that's what I'll say And it's not your business anyway I guess I'd like to be alone With nothing broken, nothing thrown Just don't ask me how I am Just don't ask me how I am Just don't ask me how I am My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was And they only hit until you cry After that, you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore | LUKA Me llamo Luka El niño del piso dos. Con mis padres vivo yo. Tal vez conoces ya mi voz. Si oyes ruidos en la noche, alguien gritando algún reproche. No preguntes lo que fue, no preguntes lo que fue, no preguntes lo que fue. Creo que soy torpe un poco y no hablo muy alto. Creo que estoy medio loco, a nadie le falto el respeto. Te castigan hasta que lloras y después casi sin demora ya no quieres protestar, ya no quieres protestar, ya no quieres protestar. Nada le pasó a mi ojo, jugando ayer me lastimé, eso es lo que les dire, no es asunto de la ley. Me gustaría pasar un rato sin nadie herido y nada roto. No preguntes como estoy, no preguntes como estoy, no preguntes como estoy. Me llamo Luka. El nino del piso dos. Con mis padres vivo yo tal vez conoces ya mi voz. Si oyes ruido en la noche, alguien gritando algún reproche. No preguntes lo que fue, no preguntes lo que fue, no preguntes lo que fue. Te castigan hasta que lloras y después casi sin demora ya no quieres protestar, ya no quieres protestar, ya no quieres - protestar. |