Resignacion

Listen to me sir, what a problem I have,
I'm behind on rent, the pharmacy and the corner store,
phone cut off, I've lost my job and my head is about to explode.
And if I keep going downhill, I won't make it to forty.

Tell me, Mr. Psychiatrist, what should I do,
I've lost my friends and my wife.

I'm going to prescribe you, a syrup of 'I don't care',
A little bit of ointment and a salve of 'who cares?'
And if you know English, and things keep getting ugly,
Take five pills of 'I don't care', 'I don't care'.

And if things go wrong and the cause is lost,
There's no better medicine than having resignation, resignation.

CHORUS
Resignation, resignation
that's the fact! face it head on!, resignation
If you were born small, fat, ugly and big-bellied,
look in the mirror, can't find the solution then...
And for that illness, that thing called stress,
a syrup of patience, with a bit of 'who cares?'

CHORUS
The psychiatrist who assists me, advises me to take care of myself,
and my neighbor who is a hater, tells me to commit suicide, damn!
Hey, how good it is to live life always calm,
it's always good to have a friend, if not...