Sentado en la Arena (feat. DJ Transe)

What my gut feeling tells me about what you're up to
You can wake up way more messed up than you are now
More messed up than now... Yeah
You think you know me? I don't even know myself!

I represent the whole world, but only believe in myself
There are sad drunks and even sadder drunks
I always wanted to be a palm tree
Drink, my happiness is in bottles
Stop getting tattoos, filling up bottles

I'm sitting on the sand thinking about throwing you into the sea (Ha)
I'm not gonna get drunk out of pity
It's because of the boxed wine running through my veins (What?)
That drains and every 5 minutes I have to pee
And it's the jug that traps me in the clutches
Of the paraphernalia of a guitar
Hey, let me flow just to flow
It's not to escape, it's because I want to have fun
Living without toasts, hmm difficult (Ugh)
It serves to calm the pain, or else we invent the crisis
I want to drink moonshine
Although regrettably the mind regrets it
And if the dog feels like selling them
I'm gonna make you more than 3
Thousand broken promises the next day
It's just that this being doesn't want to learn
Dear wine, I use you as a drip
(But today is Monday, enough already)
And if I die tomorrow, is there red wine in heaven, huh?
If I see an empty glass, from up there I'll throw you some good ice

Let me fly in my own way
I'm on the wrong path and I don't give a damn
Come and drink from that street, but don't swallow it
Let me fly in my own way
I'm on the wrong path and I don't give a damn
Come and drink from that street, but don't swallow it (Yeah)

I'm still sitting on the sand, thinking about my-
Tons of ideas and using them for the mic
Anyway, creating street stuff
And in my mind, if it doesn't stay, where to write (Yeah)
Yeah yeah, ugly weed for a thousand
And this herb is dark while April arrives
I mean, anyway you want to leave
And soar through the sky, wandering until the end (Yeah)
Without a cloud hindering the flight
Of the dog that started from the ground
I remembered today what I must go through
Why walk when I can run?
Shout 'Freedom!', paint my name
Joke around without rules, punish my brain
Until my mirror doesn't want to know more about
The damn reflection of an old wanderer

Let me fly in my own way
I'm on the wrong path and I don't give a damn
Come and drink from that street, but don't swallow it
Let me fly in my own way
I'm on the wrong path and I don't give a damn
Come and drink from that street, but don't swallow it

But don't swallow it, swallow
But don't swallow it, swallow