Normal

The final ovation is not what matters
But the silence in the middle of the song
Let them eat everything I'm giving them without protesting!
What do I do with them applauding
And talking all night while I'm playing?

What I always appreciate is the silence in the interlude
After the first eight bars
Since I'm going to play in a place where people
Are not predisposed to me, but to drink and have fun

Where am I? Wherever you want to remember me
Forgetting my mistakes is harder than apologizing
I talked about being calm
This is already dying out
The guilt is felt
My smile is not fake
I'm no longer bad class because of you
Now I'm stubbornly good
Without prejudice

Terrible at wooing with verbs
Because I desire proudly and pride is selfish
Finding myself has been my best conquest
I brought a bouquet of thorns
I left flowers at the entrance
I introduce you to my buddies
Feel flattered

In the end, there are few like us
Is it normal to be the arrow, the heart, and the broken one?
When your whims say: Intentions are not enough
I pay you with songs that never wear out
The roles haven't changed
I still write letters

I didn't love without being loved, that sport kills
Seeking sincerity, I thought of being faithful to the brothel
I discovered problems that don't wear women's clothes
If you see my eyes reflecting that I don't want to leave
It's because love is like money, whenever it arrives, it's useful

Sorry for arriving 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 myself so much that it's not enough for you

In the end, 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 from what plays on the radio
Sincerity doesn't fill stadiums
But this one was enough to fill a mercenary's notebook

Dream of me, if you sleep
Insomnia finds me
Mixing beer with a bit of anise
How addicted I became to those minimal
Pleasures like being lazy watching you laugh

I have fetishes like Quentin
Watching your bare feet as you walk, I imagine rhymes
I'm indecent, one of those who write for the pleasure of feeling
Like the Aragón Orchestra (love me always)

Just three plones, because I have delusions of persecution
I think too much in that state and it's not an obligation
I think I've said too much
Today I pay debts with songs

I'll never be ruined
I know we're not impartial
I'm not Spielberg, I like special defects
And so this controversy ends
You resemble me because you don't end up being what you criticize so much

Sorry for arriving 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 myself so much that it's not enough for you

In the end, normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)
Normal (normal)