El Licenciao

I graduated to be a captain of sunken ships
I lived with the mundane nature of your rotten kisses
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me
I graduated in the subject that Cupid failed
You loved a battle without loving the defeated
And the passage of my sorrow convinced your dress
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me

And if one day it is worth looking at your face
I will know that hatred has satiated my mind and my loneliness

I graduated, I found myself shipwrecked in bars and corners, I treated my disappointments with nights of morphine, the sorrows with two ice cubes tasted divine to me
I graduated, I became a scholar in the pains of the soul, I saw through my storms how calm lives after your steps were only noise
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me

And now that good and bad have no balance, (and now simply now)
And now that the insomnia lullaby invites me to dream
And now that I fully trust in distrust
And now that I'm not green, Reed let me bend

Let the sun rise wherever it wants
That's how it ended
With a clean slate
And on to something else, butterfly

Let the sun rise wherever it wants
And so the thing ends
With a clean slate
And on to something else, butterfly

I graduated, I found myself shipwrecked in bars and corners, I treated my disappointments with nights of morphine, the sorrows with two ice cubes tasted divine to me
I graduated, I became a scholar in the pains of the soul, I saw through my storms how calm lives after your steps were only noise
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me

Everything has an expiration date
It has become clear to me that nothing is eternal
That the time has come for this reality
It becomes more credible than this fucking story

But oblivion
But oblivion
It makes me as indifferent as water in the
Rivers

I graduated, I found myself shipwrecked in bars and corners, I treated my disappointments with nights of morphine, the sorrows with two ice cubes tasted divine to me
I graduated, I became a scholar in the pains of the soul, I saw through my storms how calm lives after your steps were only noise
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me

Let the sun rise wherever it wants
That's how it ended
With a clean slate
And on to something else, butterfly

But oblivion
But oblivion
It makes me as indifferent as water in the
Rivers

But oblivion
But oblivion
It is carrying me indifferently like the water of the Rivers