El Licenciao

I graduated, to be a captain of sunken ships
I lived with the mundane of your poisoned kisses
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me
I graduated in the subject that Cupid fails
You loved a battle without loving the defeated
And the passing of my sorrow convinced your dress
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me

And if one day it's worth looking you in the face
I'll know that hatred has satisfied my mind and my loneliness

I graduated, I saw myself shipwrecked in bars and corners, I treated my disappointments with nights of morphine, the sorrows with two ice cubes tasted divine
I graduated, I became a scholar in the pains of the soul, and how calm lives through my storms after your footsteps were just noises
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me

And now that the good and the bad have no balance, (and now simply now)
And now that the lullaby of insomnia invites me to dream
And now that I fully trust in distrust
And now that I am not the green Junco that let me bend

Let the Sun rise wherever it wants
That's how the thing ends
With a clean slate
And on to the next thing, butterfly

Let the Sun rise wherever it wants
That's how the thing ends
With a clean slate
And on to the next thing, butterfly

I graduated, I saw myself shipwrecked in bars and corners, I treated my disappointments with nights of morphine, the sorrows with two ice cubes tasted divine
I graduated, I became a scholar in the pains of the soul, and how calm lives through my storms after your footsteps were just noises
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me

Everything has an expiration date
It has become clear to me that nothing is eternal
The moment has come when this reality
Becomes more believable than this damn story

But oblivion
But oblivion
It takes me indifferent like the water of the
Rivers

I graduated, I saw myself shipwrecked in bars and corners, I treated my disappointments with nights of morphine, the sorrows with two ice cubes tasted divine
I graduated, I became a scholar in the pains of the soul, and how calm lives through my storms after your footsteps were just noises
I lived with the little that oblivion gave me

Let the Sun rise wherever it wants
That's how the thing ends
With a clean slate
And on to the next thing, butterfly

But oblivion
But oblivion
It takes me indifferent like the water of the
Rivers

But oblivion
But oblivion
It is taking me indifferent like the water of the Rivers