Años

It kinda matches the news that the only thing that progresses with time
Is technology, not man, he’s always the same
According to the poet, love fades with the years, with the years it disappears
But if we talk about technology, uh
We’re talking about what we truly are
I feel like we’re advancing, we’re sneaking in, and what it says, right?
[?]

Time passes, we’re becoming techies
Love doesn’t reflect like it did yesterday
And in every conversation, every kiss, every hug
A piece of reason always imposes itself on me

C'mon
Fuck it
What’s up with the years?
What’s up with the years?

Years go by and how my feelings change
What was love yesterday is turning into something else
Because years ago holding your hand, stealing a kiss
Without forcing a moment was part of a truth
No, no, no
Time passes, we’re becoming techies
Love doesn’t reflect like it did yesterday
And in every conversation, every kiss, every hug
A piece of fear always imposes itself
Fear, fear

To everything I say yes, to nothing I say no
To be able to build
The terrible harmony
That makes techies and techies of our hearts
Because years ago
Holding your hand, stealing a kiss
Without forcing a moment (without forcing a moment)
Was part of a truth

Time passes, man
You gotta deal with it, baby [?]
Are you streetwise? Deal with it

Time passes, we’re getting old
Love doesn’t reflect like it did yesterday
And in every conversation, every kiss, and every hug
A piece of fear always imposes itself on you
Fear, yah-yeh

Watch out for the fear