Estación Los Alpes

Bourbon on the rocks, the sky in a dive
The band sounds good, jazz, blessed
I’m drinking alone, come on, I’ll treat
And if you feel like it, I’ll recite what I’ve written

Bourbon on the rocks, the sky in a dive
The band sounds good, jazz, blessed
I’m drinking alone, come on, I’ll treat
And if you feel like it, I’ll recite what I’ve written

Let’s lube up the liver with some brews
And let the heartbreak kill me, since love couldn’t
Yesterday I saw her on the subway, she ignored my greeting
And I searched for her on Facebook, I know, I’m a fool
And I wrote to her, told her I was different
Shit, unknown user the next day
On the street with headphones, I’m an astronaut
On the street without headphones, just a passerby

Living is like drawing without an eraser
The skinny girl in Poblado, the skinny guy up on the hill
And those who enjoy life in construction sites with just two outfits
While the upper class is sad with their diplomas

I have an 8-day-old daughter who’s now my muse
And the most beautiful niece, shoutout to Isa
Not everything is gray like I thought, pain is an excuse and
To make someone happy, all it takes is a smile
When someone judges your path, lend them your sneakers
Medallo isn’t South Park but they always kill Kenny
I don’t even know the first kid with an identity
Yesterday it was 2-80 clothes, today it’s Polo and Mountain Penny, ha
My mom made me with a Japanese gaze
And some dude asks me if rapping would make him famous
I said: Chill, kid, if it doesn’t come naturally, you’ll look foolish
Because those who rush trip, ha, ha

Today has been just another day, one day less
I can barely tell the bad from the good
The sorrows and joys are noodles in the same soup
They’re the ice in this cup
I’m tired of being tired
Out of shape, gray, ugh, unmotivated
I’m on time and I’m working on it
It’s the first task on my Trello

I’ve titled it: Return to the essence
Souchi vibes but it’s my existence
It’s about making changes in my being
To help make others happier
To be who I was, hold the hand of the child I lost
I’ve searched for him so many times, looking back
Until I discovered he was always here by my side

I have the clock against me
Its hands are scythes in the meadow of my days
And it’s the unbearable lightness of being and existing
I’m on the road like Jack Kerouac
Looking straight at myself, aware
Making my mind generate oxytocin
So that in life the soul can be reborn
I write my process and my metamorphosis like Kafka

Bourbon on the rocks, the sky in a dive
The band sounds good, jazz, blessed
I’m drinking alone, come on, I’ll treat
And if you feel like it, I’ll recite what I’ve written

Bourbon on the rocks, the sky in a dive
The band sounds good, jazz, blessed
I’m drinking alone, come on, I’ll treat
And if you feel like it, I’ll recite what I’ve written