Quién Iba a Pensar (feat. El Niño de La Hipoteca)

Sometimes I am the wound, sometimes the armor
Sometimes time passed and sometimes it took its toll
How difficult it is to heal a heart from its madness
Like gluing a plate without leaving a crack

Sometimes I am the laughter, other times just a clown
Sometimes I am the ouija and other times I just move the glass
Sometimes I am the breeze, other times I destroy everything
Some towers of Pisa, other times the tower in passing

But who would have thought that thinking was imprudent
That the most special thing would be normal and ordinary
That preconceived notions would change suddenly
After meeting a one-handed man with a clear mind

That there are forgetfulness that heal but do not comfort you
That there is no drug harder than a kiss that transports you
That lies hurt when the truth matters
That for those who love you, any distance is too short

Who would have thought
That from time to time
An ace appears among discards
It has been a pleasure
To get to know myself
Before saying goodbye

I have been a passerby, I have gone from cloud to cloud
I fell into the shadows, what goes down sometimes goes up
The light dazzles me, the summit gives me shade
Fame called me and now I hang up if it mentions me

Sometimes I was a coward
I also scared fear, I arrived late
To value each of my fingers
I courted the rainbow so perfect and without shades
And in the end, the best of the palette are the grays

But still I paint myself
That everything leads to Rome
But Rome is the labyrinth
And there I am doing acupuncture with clock needles
That love for sale has no guarantee
That the sun that warms the most is the one that cools the soonest
That there is no better moment than living day by day
That every feeling had its anatomy

Who would have thought
That from time to time
An ace appears among discards
It has been a pleasure
To get to know myself
Before saying goodbye

Sometimes commander of the course I originated
And sometimes crew member of the wheel of destiny
Sometimes I know myself, sometimes I guess myself
And sometimes I wake up only when I imagine myself

Sometimes elegant and sometimes mean
Sometimes I stand out, other times I sing but I tune
Sometimes a walker and sometimes the path
Sometimes I am a giant, other times just a windmill

I will turn my faith into mountain landscapes and make my eyelashes two cabins
By the sea to scratch my muses watching shrews pass by, the rest is a trick
And let's not fool ourselves, I would believe in the desert if it weren't for the moors
I would believe there is no wind if it weren't for the poplars
I would believe in what I see if it weren't for the atoms
I would believe in any verse if it weren't for my paragraphs

Who would have thought
That from time to time
An ace appears among discards
It has been a pleasure
To get to know myself
Before saying goodbye
Who would have thought

Sometimes the torment, other times I am the storm
Sometimes I have a story, other times I take myself into account
How easy it is to slip on the landing of this door
It's not that I always fall, it's that life takes a thousand turns

Sometimes I am a desert and sometimes the cover
Of the shipwrecked boat sailing in open sea
Sometimes the incoherence of an uncertain memory
And sometimes the consciousness of knowing with certainty
It's me