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Put on cheap jewelry, walk barefoot and with heels
Get all dolled up for you, for you, for you
I'm an apprentice witch, a shaman
From Madrid with a grandmother, if life allows me

What is retained is never had
And what is set free always returns, it doesn't drown
Now I feel good and motivated
And I stick my tongue out to stroll ah ah

No, no, no, I don't get used to it, I don't get used to it, no
I don't get used to not
Not being able to drink on the street, to your nonsense
I don't get used to you not shutting up
I don't get used to so much
I don't get used to so much speed
When it comes to thinking a little

I don't get used to so many assholes with K
I don't get used to so many perverted police
I don't get used to tell me who you trust now
I don't get used to looking and they're not there
Nor that things go well for me
I don't get used to half the world going to bed calmly
And in the other half thousands of children dying
No!, I don't get used to it

I don't get used to them trying to cut my freedom
That was given to me when I was born by my mom, my dad
I don't get used to there not being a home for everyone
When the earth belongs to no one damn it
It belongs to those who were born, grew up, lived and worked on it

I don't get used to having to pay to be buried ah!
We are, so they can lock us up
I don't get used to your demagogy
Your trap, your lie
The best actors come together in politics
I don't get used to living without sun
I don't get used to living without sun

And wherever I take a nap
I throw a party but don't come near me
Because I don't get used to false appearances
And I can hit you with an open hand

I don't get used to being given orders
Order against order, disorder
Disordering my life, I find the order I didn't have
And I walk forward
My path is not drawn on the road
It has no traces, it goes through the countryside
Goes through the countryside, goes through the countryside

My path is not drawn on the road
It has no traces, it goes through the countryside
Goes through the countryside, goes through the countryside

And as long as I don't get used to so much subordination
Look, it's hard for all of us to know how to say this and not
To so much bad phono, to so much lack of communication between you and me
Between you and me

I don't get used to not seeing that the power is in our hands
But we close our eyes
And suck on the poisoned candy they give us, no, no, no
I don't get used to so much shit in the fields
So many sons of bitches from the pot sucking
Sticking their noses in another feeder
While they have theirs completely full
I don't get used to so much, I don't get used to so much
I don't get used to so much, to so many vertical dead

My path is not drawn on the road
It has no traces, it goes through the countryside
Goes through the countryside, goes through the countryside