Maquiavélico

If it weren't for those times when I commit
The great barbarity of starting to think
Or for those other times when I commit
The great stupidity of not forgetting

From meditating looking at the ceiling, upon waking up
To imagine, anything
If it weren't for those times when I usually breathe
I could swear I don't remember anything

And the worst thing is that I know you so much
What could remind you of who you are in case you forget?
And the worst thing is that I know so much about you
That could teach intensive classes of your life

That's why I almost know when you're thinking of me
That's why I think I know when you forget about me
And I know that, like me, you wish you could just blink
Throw back time in our lives

The only detail is that science has not been able to (no!)
Create those little time machines
That's why I think it's a bit 'very screwed' for us.
Go back to the days when your body
It was turned into a river on mine
Letting those slow orgasms escape often
What should be noted, they were born at the same time
Until a cigarette gave the date of death

It is Machiavellian to meditate alone where you lived everything with her
Like a voice that tells you that to the stars
One finger can't hide, no!

It is Machiavellian to meditate alone where you lived everything with her
Like a voice that tells you that to the stars
One finger can't hide, no!

I write only sad verses
You turned me into some pathetic
I reread what you wrote
When we were happy, or more or less happy
And I felt like butterflies
What I know today are worms

I'm in those times
In which drop by drop, the mind is exhausted
Days go by and you hardly notice it
The routine is relentless, the bad mood covers you
And you look like a nobody in any clothes

But I swear I'm fed up!
Today I'm going to start escaping from my room
I'm pissed!
Today I just want to think about things that make me laugh, yes!
May they make me happy!
Stop looking at gray clouds that are going to roll me over
To pull out from the root
Every unhappy memory

And now?
If they ask you, say I'm thinking of myself
And although about rhymes of nostalgia that I must sing
Even if the weather turns gray
My forehead will be up
Although time refuses to wait for me
I will swim against the current even knowing that

It is Machiavellian to meditate alone where you lived everything with her
Like a voice that tells you that to the stars
One finger can't hide, no!

It is Machiavellian to meditate alone where you lived everything with her
Like a voice that tells you that to the stars
One finger can't hide, no!

The reason why we got to this point
It's very difficult to say
How to determine the reasons why we are no longer here
Although we love each other like this
It could have been for me, it could have been for you
It could have been anything
It could have even been the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

The fact is that we were lost forever (ba-ba-ba-ba-bye)
The fact is that we were lost forever (ba-ba-ba-ba-bye)
The fact is that we were lost forever (eh, ba-ba-ba-ba-bye)
The fact is that we were lost forever
The fact is that our love came to its death

It is Machiavellian to meditate alone where you lived everything with her
Like a voice that tells you that to the stars
One finger can't hide, no!

It is Machiavellian to meditate alone where you lived everything with her
Like a voice that tells you that to the stars
One finger can't hide, no!

It is Machiavellian to meditate alone where you lived everything with her
Like a voice that tells you that to the stars
One finger can't hide, no!

It is Machiavellian to meditate alone where you lived everything with her
Like a voice that tells you that to the stars
One finger can't hide, no!