Cachecol (part. Sanza)

And at every step I intertwine anger and reason
Disappointment, Adara, brought it to my hand
And it even burned

But I'm always wearing a scarf to hide
This cold, this cold
And a glove on my hand to hide from the cold
What does your heart do

I walk too much (I walk too much)
I walk too much (I walk too much)
I walk too much
I walk too much (I walk too much)
I walk too much (I walk too much)
I walk too much

Hey Saturn, let me scream
In your ear and complain
Ask: Why me?
Because with me?

Always give me a scarf to hide
This cold, this cold
And a glove on my hand to hide from the cold
What does your heart do

I walk too much (I walk too much)
I walk too much (I walk too much)
I walk too much
I walk too much (I walk too much)
I walk too much (I walk too much)
I walk too much

Today I dreamed that I was climbing a dirt hill
Which later turned into a quagmire
The rain and storm shakes the trees
That even the birds themselves sensed evil
Upstairs there was a clerk who would stop me
Of entering that mossy temple
With such a big gate made of dark marble
And carved, on a plaque: Welcome to the new world
And he came and contradicted, said
That my life was not very welcome there
But until I understood, because I already knew
That one day I would corrupt myself and this chaos would strengthen me
Then I was cast out of fool's heaven
Fall down the hill like everyone else
The cold came to take over my life
But I can do without a cold front

I'm always wearing a scarf to hide
This cold, this cold
And a glove on my hand to hide from the cold
What does your heart do

I walk too much (too much)
I walk too much (too much)
I walk too much
I walk too much (too much)
I walk too much (too much)
I walk too much