Happy Bubble Subs: Pablo López

Patio

English Translation

Get out, leave my house

You’re not my friend.

I keep playing, who cares.

I keep playing alone, I’m bored.

The playground is empty

And sirens can be heard.

And I keep playing, who cares.

I keep playing and you always punish me.

And I only want you to leave,

Only want it to end,

Only want you to leave me alone.

Get out, leave my house.

Let go of my hands.

I’m just but a barefoot child.

And I keep playing, who cares,

I keep playing alone.

Nothing, nothing is left,

Just your delirium.

Your insufferable noise in the living room.

There’s nothing left but your ghost.

And I only want you to leave,

Only want it to end,

Only want you to leave me alone.

Get out, leave my house.

Let go of my hands.

I’m just but a barefoot child.

And I keep playing, who cares,

I keep playing alone.

I keep playing, who cares.

I keep playing alone,

Alone…

You always, always punish me.

febrero 26, 2018
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Callado

Pablo López

If you ask me, I'll tell you

that an afternoon is enough for me,

that I have nothing to lose,

that I have much for live.

You came alone that time,

I didn't expected you here.

I didn't expect anything and I found

a good story to write

about the noise the voice unvoiced, about the old child and the dreamer.

About that one who is always, always, always quiet.

About that one who always was about to shout it out.

About that one who never said it.

Only remained quiet.

I've got so many things to say,

so many kisses to hide,

so many: "live and let it live",

so many dead hours in the bar,

all songs I shouted,

were shattered for you.

All messages I deleted,

all messages I never recieved.

about the noise the voice unvoiced, about the old child and the dreamer.

About that one who is always, always, always quiet.

About that one who always was about to shout it out.

About that one who never said it.

Only remained quiet.

About that one who is always, always, always quiet.

About that one who always was about to shout it out.

About that one who never said it.

Only remained quiet.

octubre 14, 2017
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Ella

Pablo López

She dressed up thinking in kiddnaping

the eyes of that musician

who sometimes sings.

She wanted to be the first to arrive.

pondering how to hide her emotions.

When he entered the room, she was there

as always. First in hugging him

with her gaze fixed on his song.

"I hope I can make him fall in love with me".

Let me dream on being

the one who inspires your song,

because this humble heart...

You're killing it.

That madman finished his song.

Words filled the people with warm.

She wondered whether she would be able to listen

any melody in that hotel with few people again.

She roamed every place of his,

never stoping kissing him.

Kissing him.

She bathed in his words.

Tonight, this song is for you.

Let me dream on being

the one who inspires your song,

because this humble heart...

You're killing it.

octubre 14, 2017
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El mejor momento

Pablo López

It's been a while sine I've dreamt big.

It's been a while since it doesn't matter what's to come.

I've already lost sight of giants.

They cannot scare me anymore because

today I woke up strong.

All roads took me here.

It is now time to go out and breathe.

It is now time to sing to everything you see.

It is time to jump to fall to stand up.

Break the door and shout loudly so the world knows:

"This is the best time!"

I'll never stop thanking you

for every light you've turned on in the living room.

You're my luck's legacy.

You're laugh and you're more than a song.

And, I found life in your hugs,

I learnt that, what is important happens today.

It is now time to go out and breathe.

It is now time to sing to everything you see.

It is time to jump to fall to stand up.

Break the door and shout loudly so the world knows:

"This is the best time!"

It is now time to go out and breathe.

It is now time to sing to everything you see.

It is time to jump to fall to stand up.

Break the door and shout loudly so the world knows:

"This is the best time!"

octubre 14, 2017
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Lo saben mis zapatos

Pablo López

I don't want to run,

my shoes know.

I don't want to ask,

the ungrateful know.

I want you to appear,

I want to see you close,

I want to snack you under the sun.

I want to fight,

the cowards know.

I want to celebrate,

the ones who burn know.

I don't want to forget,

I don't want to run away,

I don't want to think that it was a delirium.

I, I want to kill you

and nobody knows.

Nobody knows.

I want to kill you with love

and nobody knows, nobody.

Nobody can't even imagine it.

I don't want to fly,

my friends know.

I don't want to dance,

the witness know.

I want you to open me up,

I want your words

and I want you to want it today.

I want to make you feel,

these hands know.

I want to share,

humans know.

I don't want to lose you,

I don't want to dream you,

I don't want to write more stories for you.

I, I want to kill you

and nobody knows.

Nobody knows.

I want to kill you with love

and nobody knows, nobody.

Nobody can't even imagine.

I, I want to kill you

and nobody knows.

Nobody knows.

I want to kill you with love

and nobody knows, nobody.

Nobody can't even imagine.

mayo 20, 2017
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Te espero aquí

Pablo López

Looking at the floor II can't understand how it was,

how did I get to that room.

Walking I kissed your words,

I didn't expect you.

Strange emotion, strange way of feeling.

Two more strangers getting to know each other until their souls,

Bitting air I've woken up.

And I've gotta tell you that I never lose my sleep for anyone,

that what you did remained in my chest,

that I shouldn't have gone downstairs.

I only want to see you again and clear the dubts I still have.

I don't know whether I hugged you enough or the treacherous hurry won.

Come back, I'm waiting here for you... Here... Here...

I don't know if it was you, probably it was the two of us.

We forgot that the world is still out there, threatening our song.

Slave of clock, I had to separate myself from your skin

although my warmth never left that bed.

I'm still in it, I'm still hugging...

And I've gotta tell you that I never lose my sleep for anyone,
that what you did remained in my chest,
that I shouldn't have gone downstairs.
I only want to see you again and clear the dubts I still have.
I don't know whether I hugged you enough or the treacherous hurry won.
Come back, I'm waiting here for you... Here... Here...

mayo 20, 2017
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Hijos del verbo amar

Pablo López

[When I leave,

there won't be anything of me left.

I'll blend with the Earth, the only true God.

Yet the love I gave to you, and the love I recieved's echo

will shout like a beautiful sound forever.]

Two animals with "savage" as verb,

with deathly embrace,

with glittering and cursed lineage

under the rain they walk.

They're alive, they've molted.

And this poisoned world...

They fool the God under their feet.

Nobody shuts their mouth,

nobody knows their wounds.

Suitcase and heading directly to the Sun.

They've set fire on their clothes,

they've learnt to dance life.

Don't steal their freedom;

they're children of the verb "love".

Flesh blessed by the Earth.

"Long live the mad lovers!"

Chest cries their war song out.

"Hurray for this revolution!"

And hurray for the love who desperately kiss

in case this moos was the last time.

On the sins book they sweared

forget about the fear of losing.

Nobody shuts their mouth,

nobody knows their wounds.

Suitcase and heading directly to the Sun.

They've set fire on their clothes,

they've learnt to dance life.

Don't steal their freedom;

they're children of the verb "love".

Nobody shuts their mouth,

nobody knows their wounds.

Suitcase and heading directly to the Sun.

They've set fire on their clothes,

they've learnt to dance life.

Don't steal their freedom;

they're children of the verb "love".

mayo 20, 2017
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Tu enemigo

Pablo López

Under the gray shawod of another mountain,
drinking without permission of another river,
feeding the rage monster,
your enemy.

Who comes to your country to desecrate,
who steps in the city without your permission,
who will throw your things to the street,
your enemy.

If these fools knew
that I'm the richest man like this,
living of your hugs...
They forgot that a man is only a man,
that your hands are my flag
and that I've got a song as border.

Don't ask me what for I've come
Wonder how did you get here, instead.
It could be you are a son of a son of a slave.

Come and talk face to face to your enemy.
Guilty of love, work and land.
Guilty of living in the path.
For your war.

If these fools knew,
that I'm the richest man like this,
living of your arms.
They forgot that a man is only a man,
that your hands are my flag,
that I've got a song as border.