Desmejorado

There are all kinds of people,
there are things that are told and seem true,
it's a matter of hormones,
they say they leave, but they stay.

I'm still the same,
just as I am,
maybe deteriorated,
with the bitter suburb in my palate.
Never, spend a week,
with the same obsession,
they made of me,
a perverse song.

You were absent when I slept,
Did I miss something?, maybe,
the silver coins, scattered,
the kiss to the jailer of my heart.

I'm still the same,
just as I am,
maybe deteriorated,
don't let them give you the role of being unsheltered.
Another rhythm, another beat,
sea rhymes,
the great theater of the world,
must go on.

If we don't go crazy,
as the wait fades away,
we'll have to consider the war lost
and return to pleasures,
forbidden or private for the needy.

I'm still the same,
just as I am,
maybe deteriorated,
with the bitter suburb in my palate.
Another rhythm, another beat,
sea rhymes,
the great theater of the world,
must go on.

I'm still the same,
just as I am,
maybe deteriorated,
with the bitter suburb in my palate.
Another rhythm, another beat,
sea rhymes,
the great theater of the world,
must go on.

The great theater of the world,
must go on.