Cuestion de Madera
Bacilos
Wooden Matter
After a good while of waiting
What do you want, sir?
I thought
A table near the balcony
You can only pass
If you're going to eat
Poor waiter, in reality
He sees my reflection in his skin
And I lose value
It's the old story of this colonial world:
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
And so many years go by
And so much mediocrity
Shaping our lives to the confused model
Of a Europe that could never be here
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
The fiber of the heart
The desire in the bones to keep going
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
I can't and don't want to convince
The waiter of what the hell I am
I resemble him so much
He'll never understand, he'll never comprehend
That his blood is the color
Of a new dawn
And so many years go by
And so much mediocrity
Shaping our lives to the confused model
Of a Europe that could never be here
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
You can't negotiate
More than style, it's just being who you are
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
The fiber of the heart
The desire in the bones to keep going
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
And so many years go by
And so much mediocrity
Shaping our lives to the confused model
Of a Europe that could never be here
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
The fiber of the heart
The desire in the bones to keep going
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
You can't negotiate
More than style, it's just being who you are
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
