Vidas

There are small lives, giant lives
There are mountain lives, pea lives
Lives that fit in a fist
Lives that contain a world, a thousand worlds

There are dull, sad, and dark lives
Lives that shine like the moon
Lives that smell like mint and cinnamon
Lives that stink even to those who carry them

Shout loudly what you expect from me, shout to me what you expect from me
Now that you are sitting and not laughing and if it's possible to coincide
Shout loudly what you expect from me, shout to me what you expect from me
Now that I'm sitting and not laughing what do you expect from me

There are men used by everyone at once
And men who use their whole town
Guys who matter even to the stones
Guys who no one cares if they leave or stay

There are women who carry fire in their souls
Women whose flame never ignites
People seriously, people jokingly
But in the end, all people

Shout loudly what you expect from me, shout to me what you expect from me
Now that you are sitting and not laughing and if it's possible to coincide
Shout loudly what you expect from me, shout to me what you expect from me
Now that I'm sitting and not laughing what do you expect from me

And although the future is sometimes a tough pill to swallow
I'll continue sitting here if possible without laughing
While you shout what you expect from me
While you shout what you expect from me

Shout loudly what you expect from me, shout to me what you expect from me
Now that you are sitting and not laughing and if it's possible to coincide
Shout loudly what you expect from me, shout to me what you expect from me
Now that I'm sitting and not laughing what do you expect from me

Now that you are sitting and not laughing, what do you expect from me
Now that you are sitting and not laughing, what do you expect from me