Cansada de La Calle (part. Andrés Campo)

A rattlesnake
Won't stop messing with me
You search and find
You don't go out and come in
Poison made sweet, uh-uh-yeah

Tired of the street
Now I just want real love
Oh please don't let me down
I'd rather not start over

Tired of the street
Now I just want real love
Please don't let me down
I'd rather not start over

Tired of the chaos
Of the nonsense from all the pretty boys
Of so many dates that feel like nothing
Of so many games that end up as nada
Of so many photos and so much talk
Of so much touching
Of so many rides on the bike like two crazies
No helmet, no plan, no brain
Never having anywhere to go

Those silences in the early morning
Goodbyes that hold back
After so much saliva
Explanations don't mean shit

You don't answer my calls
And I'm still soaking wet
I'll go back to that place
And do something wild again

One more time, nothing happens
Before we take a little spin
And forget it was perfect
Without saying goodbye until now

I don't know if I'm ready
But I'll play the game
Love and hate is what they give
Love and hate is what they take

Nobody wants the truth
We prefer the blessed lie
How long will it last?
I don't know, but it's pretty nice

The illusion of having something
That will disappear
I'll go back to that place
And do something wild again

With no blood in my veins
I became nicer
I won't say anything more
'Cause that burns later
Songs, poems
Neither moons, nor full
My mom told me

Don't run, or they'll forget about you
Silence takes over my way of living

Tired of the street