Who the hell asks you if you want to be born?
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To be well, how many times do you have to fall?
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If the mistakes that hurt the most make you learn
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I have a fucking master in knowing
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And it is that pain lives so close to pleasure
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How do I think about the future if I'm not over yesterday yet, huh?
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Sometimes I feel like I push myself too much
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And that I have to focus on breathing, like the one next door
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And if I love you so much, why am I angry?
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And if you love me so much, why don't we just shut up and fuck?
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Life is a gift, without a gift ticket
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What do you keep, with the good or with the bad?
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I'm walking alone, that's my linden
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Like when I went to school on the quietest street
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When you grow up and you look at yourself
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Do you realize how little that backpack weighed?
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How easy to remember, although it kills me
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How hard to be a vampire and draw blood from the stake
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How easy it was to drink, how difficult the hangover
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How difficult to be honest and not end up in the sewer
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And it is that they have stolen the month of April from me
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And it is that they have stolen everything that made me laugh
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And it is that the blue has become gray |
So much so that Barcelona looks like Paris
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I feel in life like a miss
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They all look at me, they sweat that I'm happy
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And it is that even if the Berlin wall falls
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Mind and heart do not fight for the same end
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And I'm still standing in Barcelona
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I raise my head and watch the Amazon burn
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They don't fight for the same end, but they never give up
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How to limit myself to being something among my people
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Of course it weighs on me when it happens
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That's why I analyze myself and justify each cause
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Who answers those questions when nothing knows how to answer?
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But you continue with that desire
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I look back, I keep counting to three
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To be able to breathe, not to fuck with stress
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Being afraid to walk only blocks your feet
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That's why being able to fly is possible, and you don't see it
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We are blind, we don't know how to take care of ourselves either
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Who says good morning when the days are bad?
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Ask yourself why someone is no longer by your side
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Perhaps he did not know how to appreciate the good, and that was a gift (Gift)
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And as I scream this, I calm down
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You look at me but you don't know what's happening to me
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I'm letting Anier flow with Ambkor |
When something is taken from you, you want to get it back
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And it is that they have stolen the month of April from me
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And it is that they have stolen everything that made me laugh
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And it is that the blue has become gray
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So much so that Barcelona looks like Paris
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I feel in life like a miss
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They all look at me, they sweat that I'm happy
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And it is that even if the Berlin wall falls
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Mind and heart do not fight for the same end
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Oh my little sister Anier
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With Ambkor, the Black Wolf
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Ah ha, we've done it again
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We have done it again
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And you don't, and you don't |