Tanto de todo

Every night that I kill myself
I come back to life with breakfast
I only calm down if I go out to the jungle
And get lost for a while aimlessly
For a while aimlessly

I no longer look for the solution
I know well what it smells like
What hurts me
And what I like
What releases me
What tempts me
And what scares me

What I will never understand is why
If in my homeland there is so much of everything
A few take so much
And leave so little for many
They don't leave even a little

To live in the richest land
And see power in such poor brains
To live in the richest land
And see power in such poor brains

Beautiful day in Celina
That is still a bit beautiful
Yesterday it was our turn and today it's mine
Maybe tomorrow you won't go crazy
Don't drive me crazy
And it will be our turn again

And I'll tell you
My life, this life without you
Is worse than playing hide and seek with God

Sweetie, when she walks they shout at her
You have so much of everything and so many have so little
Get seen by the fool
Because you're fit for the bike
You're fit for the photo (what a photo)

My flower stolen from the gardens of heaven
There are so many girls singing
And for the singer they always
Always leave so little
They don't leave even a little
Every night that I miss you
I come back to life with breakfast