Onda Alta

There are those who call me: Son of a bitch
What's wrong with that? The important thing is to have a mother
Who doesn't work too much
That life is short, sometimes a month

If you take the train, you know it takes less time
And haven't you seen the weather? Haven't you seen the sky?
But sometimes we love ourselves too much
Even like this, on a Thursday, without a yes, as it comes

How can I want a life incognito
If I only talk about myself?
If a title is enough to make a whole people hate
Don't you know Noah? No, huh?

The high wave is coming, it's coming
Let's stand still, no talking and no jumping
Feel the thrill, I've disappointed you, I know
We are more than life jackets on the boat

The high wave is coming, it's coming
All we can do is pray until it passes
You seem shy, did you smile at me or not?
I'm already promised to another

Hey, hey, kid
This time you really messed up
With anti-aircraft on a balloon
All this way to fill a fridge
To feel alive
You only have one chance

Now I've decided, sorry if I don't warn you
I'll send you what I have left if I make it
Mom, I dreamed you were a child
Daughter, I dreamed you were pregnant

When you have less, you live more peacefully
Here we have everything, but we lack feeling
And we can't love each other anymore
Not even like this, on a Thursday, without a yes, as it comes

How can I want a life incognito
If I only talk about myself?
If a title is enough to make a whole people hate
Don't you know Noah? No, huh?

The high wave is coming, it's coming
Let's stand still, no talking and no jumping
Feel the thrill, I've disappointed you, I know
We are more than life jackets on the boat

The high wave is coming, it's coming
All we can do is pray until it passes
You seem shy, did you smile at me or not?
I'm already promised to another

Hey, hey, kid
This time you really messed up
With anti-aircraft on a balloon
All this way to fill a fridge
To feel alive

There's a pillow fight
But the pillows are a bit heavy
If the war is of children
It's everyone's fault

We changed our minds
We changed leaders
But the mother and the other women
Have nothing to laugh about

Hey, kid
Big mess
On a balloon
To fill a fridge

Sailing, sailing towards Malta
Without ever having swum in deep water
Sailing, sailing towards Malta
Without ever having swum in deep water