Navegando En Tinta

Among papers hides
The writer trying to capture your situation with ink
Depending on the occasion
He sits for hours, in his armchair searching for arguments
To write
To hell with the writer

A Cuban cigar and a sip of old John
Feed his nights of illustration (of illustration)
His infamous talent is his curse of not having a destiny
What a great frustration (what a great frustration)
He writes without prejudices, without hesitation
But who writes to the poor writer?
To the poor writer

He doesn't want anymore, give the writer another drink
In order to finish the rest of this song
He can't take it anymore, give this man another reason
Another motive, another story, for inspiration
The writer, uh-oh-oh-oh
The writer
The writer, uh-oh-oh-oh
The writer

Among papers hides
The writer, trying to capture your situation with ink
Depending on the occasion
It doesn't matter if he suffers, or if he cries
What really matters is the content of his song
To hell with the writer

He writes without prejudices, without hesitation
But who writes to the poor writer?
To the poor writer
He doesn't want anymore, give the writer another drink
In order to finish the rest of this song
He can't take it anymore, give this man another reason
Another motive, another story that gives him inspiration

He doesn't want anymore, give the writer another drink
In order to finish the rest of this song
He can't take it anymore, give this man another reason
Another motive, another story of inspiration
The writer, uh-oh-oh-oh
The writer
The writer, uh-oh-oh-oh
The writer