I look outside and I can still see
that the sidewalks don't treat me well,
that friends run away, like those hangovers,
that we never want to have...
They pass the years and I want to understand
why? I always hit the same wall...
why? I walk aimlessly, like a wanderer trying to stand up... And don't explain to me if I should or shouldn't, if I have or don't have reasons for being. And don't give me the easy verb
of charlatans who lose faith...
I know? These are BAD TIMES, you know? what you want to say.
Don't insist, I don't want to leave it,
no matter how hard you try, I plan to continue...
It's so difficult to understand
what we are made of of the same skin,
that your instincts invade us,
they incline me to a dance
that I do not want to reciprocate...
And I don't care if they are your shortcomings,
your lack of essence, or your fear of losing.
I keep looking for a door
that is half open,
that lets your ego run...
I know? These are BAD TIMES, you know? what you want to say.
Don't insist, I don't want to leave it,
no matter how hard you try, I plan to continue...
I know? This is not the time, you know? that we have to be more subtle,
it seems that everything I do
turns against me and points towards you...
I already know?...