Aburrido Divertido

Dirty streets for dirty dreams
full of commerce with no stock,
pubs by the thousands, videos in the center,
small culture for preservation.
And I don't know if this is boring,
and I don't know if this is fun.
Everyone waiting for solutions,
no one has anything new to say.
In summer, your tan is valued,
I navigate my dreams
with a little more gin.
I see dirty streets,
I have dirty dreams,
millions of beings made of polyethylene.
Traffic lights order, a phone rings.
Full of garbage,
the city renews itself,
plastic cars,
sirens blaring.
In supermarkets,
packaged foods,
old people complaining,
kids to hell.
Happy cops have an orgy
and I don't know if this is boring,
and I don't know if this is fun.
Boring, fun.
Boring, fun.