Hijo de Puta

You lie, nights
Don't get lost to avoid any reproach
From whoever is capable of guessing what I want to see, be...
No one knows what I am capable of doing
With your bad idea of wrapping me in your misery
We are a tribe with the same face together
I sing verses without flags, I don't want to be perverse
Come, come, I want my dream to come true
Come, come, I want my dream to come true
You can't be what you want to be
You are a son of a bitch
I want to break the legality and formality of some
Who live and decide for you who is people and also who is a lunatic
Come see me and you'll see what I have
If they catch me, not even I stop myself
Don't tempt me to tell you what I think
I might pierce you to the bone
You can't be what you want to be
You are a son of a bitch