PÁRAMO

In this wasteland, to love
You gotta have some flaws
We're like lizards, chasing the sun
Through a little crack
Dreaming of stopping the run like pests
From shadows and demons
To which we're tied in marriage
A ring that feels too tight
To take it off, you gotta put in some effort
You gotta throw some wood, in this world so harsh and cold

Feels so good
A bowl of hot soup
A kiss from your dad on the forehead
Feels so good
Paying some guy to pretend he understands you
And not regretting it

This muddy place is nicknamed
Real life
We're like Don Quixote on the run
In the middle of a breakout
Trying to hide the fact
That every step you take here
Weighs more than a fake smile
A rowboat with holes
Trying to stay afloat
With the water up to your mustache
Swallowing until it bursts, that's why

Feels so good
The cold breeze on your neck
Going against the fish
And letting the current take you
Feels so good
The sun after the storm
Doing something without a reason
Just because it’s fun

In quicksand
Watch where you step
Or it’ll be the last thing you do
If you don’t calm down
Sooner or later
In the age of stress
It’s rare not to hear your eardrums ringing
Not to cough
Like three out of two
Among so much smoke, so much noise
So many unfriendly faces

Feels so good
To have healthy ears
To be nearing thirty
And not have perished
Feels so good
That a new day has dawned
Leaving the twenties behind
And not having perished
Feels good!
Feels good!