Los muchachos no lloran

Vuelve esta semana a meterse en mi cráneo la melodía de The Cure. Quizás mañana, en el comienzo de una nueva jornada, el ruido de la calle y el rumor de los pasillos borren estas notas y me hagan tararear otras canciones…

The Cure. “Boys don't cry”

I would say I'm sorry
if I thought that it would change your mind
but I know that this time
i have said too much
been too unkind
I try to laugh about it
cover it all up with lies
i try and laugh about it
hiding the tears in my eyes
because boys don't cry
boys don't cry
I would break down at your feet
and beg forgiveness
plead with you
but I know that it's too late
and now there's nothing I can do
So I try to laugh about it
cover it all up with lies
i try to laugh about it
hiding the tears in my eyes
because boys don't cry
boys don't cry
I would tell you
that I loved you
if I thought that you would stay
but I know that it's no use
that you've already
gone away
Misjudged your limit
pushed you too far
took you for granted
i thought that you needed me more
Now I would do most anything
to get you back by my side
but I just keep on laughing
hiding the tears in my eyes
because boys don't cry
boys don't cry
boys don't cry