Normal

The final ovation is not what matters
But the silence in the center of the song
Let them eat everything I'm giving them without protesting!
What do I do if they give me a standing ovation?
And they talk all night when I'm playing?
What I am always grateful for is the silence in the intermission
After the first eight bars
Since I'm going to play at a place where people
She is not predisposed to me, but to drink and have fun

What where I am? Wherever you want to remember me
Forgetting my mistakes is harder than apologizing
I talked about being calm, this is already extinct
The guilt is felt, my smile is not faked

Because of you I'm no longer a bad guy, now I'm a good stubborn
Without prejudices, terrible at falling in love with verbs
Well I wish with pride and pride is selfish
Finding myself has been my best achievement

I brought a bouquet of thorns and flowers and left them at the entrance
I present to you my partners, feel flattered
After all, there are few like us left
Will it be normal to be the arrow, the heart and the broken one?

When your whims say: The intention is not enough
I pay you with songs that don't wear out
The roles have not changed, I still write letters
Don't love without being loved, that sport kills

Looking for sincerity I thought about being faithful to the brothel
I discovered problems that do not dress as a woman
If you see my eyes and they reflect that I don't want to leave
Love is like money, whenever it arrives, it serves

Sorry for coming like this
Sometimes I give you so much that it's not enough for me (and yes)
Sorry for leaving like this
Sometimes I give so much that it's not enough for you

Anyway, normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)

And I wrote this to kill the grievance
That I didn't find anything to dedicate to you about that thing that plays on the radio
Sincerity does not fill stadiums
But this was enough to fill a mercenary's notebook

Dream me, if you sleep
Insomnia finds me mixing beer with some anise
How addicted I became
To those minimal pleasures like being lazy watching you laugh

I have fetishes like Quentin
Seeing your bare feet while you walk, I imagine rhymes
I am an indecent one of those who write for the pleasure of feeling
Like the Aragón Orchestra (love me always)

Only three plons, because I have delusions of persecution
I think too much about that state and it is not obligatory
I think I've said too much
Today I pay dues with songs, I will never be ruined

I know we are not impartial
I'm not Spielberg, I like special flaws
And this is how this controversy ends
You look like me because you don't end up being what you criticize so much

Sorry for coming like this
Sometimes I give you so much that it's not enough for me (and yes)
Sorry for leaving like this
Sometimes I give so much that it's not enough for you

Anyway, normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)