Don't tell me
That this doesn't mean anything to you
Because I'm tired
Of this gentle guerrilla warfare
Not once
A truce to this fight
Original
Your way of dodging is not trivial
In this maze
Of words, of bizarre images and ideas
Sometimes I get lost
But in the heart of my soul
I don't want your aria
I can't hear
Our two voices on this tune
The Orishas made you a diva
Who performs on me
I don't want your aria
I can't hear it
Navigating this water
Subliminal
Without benefit of doubt settles down
Gentle spiral
Words sharpen like a blade
In this din
Should we come to tears?
Crisis of charm
Now you want to set sail
Don't you see
Our two paths on the same shore?
The idea of u200bu200byou
Far from me makes me swim
But I'm drowning
At this game
Very little for me
I don't drink this water there
Too much ideal
Kills my morale
Spare me
This heavy ceremonial
Too much ideal
Kills my morale
Spare me
This heavy ceremonial