Cura de Espanto
Los Bunkers
Fear Cure
My soul dries up time and time again
I just need wrapping paper
A big paper to wrap my happiness
To make even God and his mom laugh
A word from you will be enough to heal
A silly little laugh, one to throw away
My tongue dries up time and time again
Today I cured myself of fear to not return
Don't look at me, it's better this way
Don't try to lie to me like yesterday
Don't look at me, it's better this way
Don't try to lie to me like yesterday
A fear cure to not return
I just need wrapping paper
A big paper to wrap my happiness
And to dryly love what I always wanted to hate
