Quién Iba a Pensar (part. 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 cure even a heart of its madness
How to glue a plate without leaving a crack

Sometimes I'm the laughing stock, other times I'm just a clown
Sometimes I'm the Ouija board and other times I just move the glass
Sometimes I am the breeze, other times I destroy everything
Some are the towers of Pisa, others are the tower of passage

But who would have thought that thinking was reckless?
That the most special thing was normal and ordinary
That he prejudged everything would suddenly change
After meeting a one-handed man with fingers in his forehead

There are forgetfulnesses that heal but do not comfort you
There is no drug harder than a kiss that transports you
That lies hurt when the truth matters
For someone who loves you, any distance is too short

Who would have thought
That from time to time
An ace appears among the discards
It has been a pleasure
Being able to know me
Before I say goodbye

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

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

But I still paint myself
Everything leads to Rome, but Rome is the labyrinth
And there I am
Performing acupuncture clockwise

That the love that is for sale has no guarantee
That the Sun that warms the most is the one that cools the fastest
There is no better time than living day to day
That every feeling had its anatomy

Who would have thought
That from time to time
An ace appears among the discards
It has been a pleasure
Being able to know me
Before I say goodbye

Sometimes commander of the course that originated
And sometimes a crew member of the wheel of destiny
Sometimes I know for sure and sometimes I guess
And others I wake up only when I imagine myself

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

I will turn my faith into mountain landscapes
And I will make my eyelashes two cabins facing the sea
To scratch my muses watching shrews pass by
The rest is a ruse and we are not going to fool ourselves

I would believe in the desert if it weren't for the moors
I would think there was no wind if it weren't for the poplars
I would believe 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 the discards
It has been a pleasure
Being able to know me
Before I say goodbye
Who would have thought

Sometimes I am 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 the desert and sometimes the cover
From the shipwrecked ship sailing in the open sea
Sometimes the incoherence of an uncertain memory
And sometimes the awareness of knowing for sure
It's me