Que no, q no
Estopa
No, not that
NO, NOT THAT
Don't force me to paint
blue skies on winter days,
nor broken moons,
heads cut off covered in ice.
Broken dolls,
children born with dead souls,
slaves of time
who don't wear a watch, they wear chains.
But they didn't let me
shout to the sky, you are not alone!,
but they didn't let me
put a smile on your face.
Why do I feel so bad
every time your hair brushes against me,
almost like a strange bug,
a new kind of insect?
No, not that, no,
Laralalarala lala lala lala la,
if you hit me, I'll hit you.
And there are guns
that go off when unloaded,
and engines
that are stuck and won't start.
And a warm breeze
blows daily,
and dead guitars
are loaded by the devil.
But they didn't let me
shout to the sky, you are not alone!,
but they didn't let me
put a smile on your face.
Why do I feel so bad
every time your hair brushes against me,
almost like a strange bug,
a new kind of insect?
No, not that, no,
Lararala lala lala la,
If you hit me, I'll hit you...
