Rutas Divididas
Bajo el cielo de tu pueblo
Vos dudás
Entre rutas en conflicto
Con palabras ambiciosas
Recreás
El infierno y el abismo
No existe alma, corazón
Ni una verdad
Que haga eco en tu juicio
Sinceramente tengo tiempo
Que enterrar
Por más duro que sea el piso
Paso el día sobre
El diván
De tu voz
Cuando las heridas
Sanen
Y salga el sol
Vos dudás
Entre rutas en conflicto
Con palabras ambiciosas
Recreás
El infierno y el abismo
No existe alma, corazón
Ni una verdad
Que haga eco en tu juicio
Sinceramente tengo tiempo
Que enterrar
Por más duro que sea el piso
Paso el día sobre
El diván
De tu voz
Cuando las heridas
Sanen
Y salga el sol
Credits
Writer(s): Iván Procheret
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