Solo Un Desliz

It was the wicked recipe of disaster
Evil bite undigested
Pretending thus a separate point
Of all, I was the happiest
Bowl of good intentions
Spoonful of dirt
A kilo of frustrations
I give them the rest

Just a slip
Just a slip
What a transfusion of confusion
That can confuse more than

I suppose I took the crooked path
I admit I should have paid attention to the sign
Took the most confusing return
Left instead of going straight here
Accelerate forward always
And you'll know what happened

Just a slip
Just a slip
What a transfusion of confusion
That can confuse more than

You sense that in your city
You will not live more than very badly
The great mistake that follows you wherever you go
They will forget about the sky
And in that, one day they will notice
That you will learn and fly or fall

Bowl of good intentions
Spoonful of dirt
A kilo of frustrations
I give them the rest

Just a slip
Just a slip
That was a humble little wrong step
That will end up being
Just a slip
Just a slip
What a transfusion of confusion
That can confuse more than