mama, soy un angry bird
benja calero
Mom, I'm an angry bird
I'm an angry bird, I want to be accepted as I am
I'm an angry bird, I don't have to be like everyone else
No, don't burn me with the Sun, I don't really know who I am
I don't know where I'm going, I just know I want to fly
Fly far away to a place where my complexes don't exist
Where mirrors haven't been created
To see my sad reality
I'm an angry bird, mom
I'm an angry red bird
Who is a little wet
It's not that it's raining, it's that I'm crying
Looking at the sky
And no, don't burn me with the Sun, I don't really know who I am
I don't know where I'm going, I just know I want to fly
Fly far away to a place where my complexes don't exist
Where mirrors haven't been created
To see my sad reality
I'm an angry bird, mom
Fly far away to a place where my complexes don't exist
Where mirrors haven't been created
To see my sad reality
I'm an angry bird, mom