Desmejorado

There are all kinds of people
There are things that are told and seem true
It's a matter of hormones
They say they leave but they stay

I'm still the same, just as I am
Maybe deteriorated
And the bitter suburb in my palate
Never spend a week with the same obsession
They made a perverse copy of me

You were absent when they were sleeping
Did I miss something?... Maybe...
The silver coins scattered
From the kiss to the jailer of my heart

I'm still the same, just as I am
Maybe deteriorated
May the paper never be left uninhabited
Another rhythm, another beat
Rhymes of the sea
The great theater of the world must go on

If madness doesn't take over us
(Welcome to the crazy planet)
While the wait fades away
We'll have to consider the war lost
And return to the forbidden
Or private pleasures
For the needy

And I'm still the same, just as I am
Maybe deteriorated
And the bitter suburb in my palate
Another rhythm, another beat
Rhymes of the sea
The great theater of the world must go on