Que El Cielo Espere Sentao

May the price of money drop,
may the January slope be downhill,
may there be no remains in the National Identity Document.

(Chorus:)
Why so much work?
Lower the ceilings of the sky,
no matter how high I jump, I don't reach,
I'm missing a couple of fingers.
And there are missing values and surplus fake principles,
I've forgotten my senses
because of loneliness.
The loneliness in my head that can't find a way out
when fears of whether there's something in the afterlife
trap it,
and if I'm just passing through as I firmly fear
let heaven wait sitting down,
let heaven wait sitting down.

And when you feel
alone among people,
words slip away
like water slipping between teeth.
And all that's left is to scream.

(Chorus)
I think I've overdone it with the joints, tell me
if this song bothers you.
You tell me
like stories are told,
whether in prose or verse,
I don't care about spelling
even if it's with gestures.
Raise those horns,
let's count stars
or let a star tell us
how our world looks from the universe and see

Why so much work?
Lower the ceilings of the sky,
no matter how high I jump, I don't reach,
I'm missing a couple of fingers.
And there are missing values and surplus fake principles,
I've forgotten my senses
oh, because of smoking so much.