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2+1 (Spanish version: scroll down.) We love each other, we hate each other we seek each other, we reject everything that resembles love. We care about each other, we endure, we are many, too many: me, the new one, someone else and you. Always I have been with you we were always two until you opened that door. And now it's a threesome hell Can't you see? didn't you know what it was going to become? God & devil in the barn you in a pagan ritual drags me by the hand to a stupid sacrifice. That dagger sticks in me and in your eyes the look is hollow, silly, uninspired. Now I´m over you there are no more just my freedom and myself I long to be without you without him without one... two... or three! I wait for you, I despair I want you to see me, I want you to listen to me, I want you to read me but you always look at him. Three ones willing to survive sharpening a razor that threatens every faithful thing In the middle of the tracks I am and you are the train moving forward in a hurry and you're going to tear me apart and break me into a thousand loving pieces beloved parts, torn apart from my trunk and my root from my branches and my leaves from when I was happy with you, both of us from when I was happy with you, the two of us you and me. Translated with DeepL.com and a bit of Macoco tweaking. 2+1 (spanish) Nos amamos, nos odiamos nos buscamos, rechazamos todo lo que se parezca al amor. Nos queremos, aguantamos, somos muchos, demasiados: vos, el nuevo, alguien más y yo Desde el primer día estoy siempre fuimos dos hasta que abriste la puerta y es un infierno de tres ¿acaso no lo ves? ¿no sabías en qué se iba a convertir? Dios y el diablo en el establo y vos, un ritual pagano que me arrastra de la mano al sacrificio sin razón. Esa daga se me clava y en tus ojos la mirada hueca, boba, sin inspiración. Ahora me sobrás ya no somos más que mi libertad y yo Ganas de estar sin vos sin él sin uno… dos… ni tres! Yo te espero, desespero quiero que me veas, que me escuches, que me leas siempre lo mirás a él. Tres mezclando una baraja afilando una navaja que amenaza con toda cosa fiel En medio de la vía estoy y vos sos el tren avanzando a toda prisa y me vas a arrancar de cuajo y a romper en mil pedazos amorosos, desgajados de mi tronco y mi raíz de mis ramas y mis hojas de cuando era feliz con vos, los dos de cuando era feliz con vos, los dos vos y yo.
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