Todo Es Mentira
Cafe Quijano
Everything Is a Lie
You sit with four brunettes,
They ask you to taste the wine,
They serve you in a good way,
You think you're in limbo.
Some believe that this life,
Of lights and skirts of hypocritical love,
Of long and tight buttocks nights,
It seems beautiful and is miserable and black.
The tongues of some and others,
Shoot words that miss and deceive,
That invent pains for a few coins.
Why life, why money,
Why are these kisses not sincere.
Why does my back have a hundred hands,
Why does he love me like a brother.
You meet curious guys,
Some are serious and others clumsy.
Also those who seek to have you as a friend,
So that later you can open the way for them.
Suddenly the one who hated you,
Finds you in a bar, approaches drunk,
He spits on you while talking, tells you his life,
How much he admires you and invites you to dinner.
The only truth is that everything is a lie,
Of everything you see, believe none of it,
Clothes rented on bodies tailored.
Why life, why money,
Why are these kisses not sincere.
Why does my back have a hundred hands,
Why does he love me like a brother.
