Todo Termina
Ricardo Arjona
Everything Ends
You will have Sundays alone on a couch
And nights of spite with tequila
You will have a crossword puzzle halfway through
And caresses without love as tips
You will have a betrayal from a friend
And yellow lights in fog
Everything ends
You will have quick sex to show off
In the back of an old car
You will have a roll in the sea waves
And kisses to practice in the mirror
You will have a court and a lawyer
And fences to jump over for the neighbor
Everything ends
You will have an Ecuador to divide
And a flight that takes you anywhere
You will have a good love to suffer
And pride to wave like a banner
If things have gone well for you, you will have an enemy
And a hospital gelatin dessert
Everything ends
You will have an equation in a notebook
And blackmail to create your melodrama
You will have a shirt without a button
And a tree to walk on the branches
You'll be embarrassed in a motel
And a loving kiss in a corner
Everything ends
You will have a song to cry
And a thousand reasons to break down
You will have faith as your religion
And dreams of greatness when you go to bed
You will have a paper airplane
And mom's comb with glitter
Everything ends
You will have some condoms in your wallet
Let it expire sadly before you use it
You will have a passing nostalgia
And hundreds of impossible things to try
You will have so many Januarys to start
And diets with gym and protein
Everything ends
You will have a mountain to climb
And stones to throw into a river
You will have some trophy to raise
And turtlenecks for the cold
You will always have an excuse for a mistake
And a cutesy cardboard heart
Everything ends
You will have to fire the one who is leaving
And poise to face those who come
You will have one certainty and a thousand maybes
And you rage to do what you are told
You will have that little wooden train
And gusts of chef in the kitchen
Everything ends
You will have your double personality
And scraped knees on the bike
You will have loneliness in company
And plagiarism in your letters from a poet
You will always have the truth at hand
And some brand name watches made in China
Everything ends
You will have a whole life to live
And excuses to throw it in the trash
You will have to remember that you have to die
And wasting takes its toll