Locura Transitoria

I don't know at what point in this story
I lost the main argument
I don't know what the hell is bothering me
I go according to the calendar

Spring comes back again
And the sun bothers me
A soul that never thaws
And complains about the heat

I do the math from memory
Don't let me lose a single star
Look, in silence that euphoria
Grass grows and my hair grows

Spring comes back again
And the sun bothers me
A soul that never thaws
And complains about the heat

I suffer, transient madness
I go down to the earth and cross
The dividing line
That separates in this story
Madness and reason

Damn
A demon noise
Gets into my head
It ignites inside
A damn ray that doesn't stop

Stiff
I keep stiff
The same trajectory
And I don't understand
Why you're getting further away

Now that I don't understand anything
And one hemisphere doesn't work for me
I want to know if between your panties
Is the key to the mystery

And I enter and search in your laundry
To see if I'm there
Damn! What a closed night
There is in your room

I suffer transient madness
I go down to the earth and cross
The dividing line
That separates in this story
Madness and reason

Damn
A demon noise
Gets into my head
It ignites inside
A damn ray that doesn't stop

Stiff
I keep stiff
The same trajectory
And I don't understand
Why you're getting further away

Lying on the street on a corner
I was just about to fall asleep
And I saw the cunning swallows
Hanging their nest from your balcony

And again
Again and again
Again
Again and again

Again
I feel light
Unintentionally
I escape from the ground

In front of your window
And to perch again
From a con artist I learn a song
And to start over

Again
Again and again

Again
Like a downpour
That when falling
Asked the sky

I don't care anymore
It doesn't hurt me anymore
I don't remember
If it was imaginary

I don't let myself be carried away
But if the wind doesn't blow, better
I'm seeing windmills
We'll settle scores

Giant colossal
That I'm sure I'll feel better
After having won
I am always my own war

What is this goat
Outside the flock?
Let's throw her
From the bell tower

If they ask me
Tell them I'm gone
I don't want the world
To hear the sound

If someone reports me
Say I wasn't the one
That the world has been rotten
For a long time

And again I slowly start
Feeling like I don't need anything

Just swing
And even if it hurts me
I ask myself again
Where are they taking me

What is this goat
Outside the flock?
Let's throw her
From the bell tower