El Peor
Las Pelotas
The Worst
The wings that used to make me fly
Don't carry me
Anywhere else,
This silence is so voracious
That in the buzz
I am happy.
If you like to hear me
Speak slowly
And see me do everything
With a cosmic
Stillness.
If now everything is worse
Why is it so good for me?
I don't know if time rushed
Why is my sky so gray?
Looking for more lights up high
And only seeing asphalt
Around.
The wings that used to make me dream
Don't take me to you anymore
It seems like I can't reach
Everything falling on me.
And if you call me, just in case
Find someone else to replace me,
Please.
