Tanta Tinta Tonta

You nailed it burt lancaster,
You nailed it without mercy
And now it's too late
Because even your nail burns
And I end up without smoking, smoking, smoking.
I thought you were my friend,
I thought my faithful friend
But you smoke them doubled
And being seated by your side
Seated out of interest, teré, teré
That if I smoke a joint
I end up silly
I want to grow old
Later than soon
Oh what a shame, but what a shame,
If I go out in the afternoon I'm bad
If I go out at night worse
Oh what a shame, boy what you've missed
Look for not having smoked.
So much silly ink that threatens you
And that dulls you
Let me explain
What really matters to you
Climb from the morube climb
That puts you on cloud nine
Everything I had I gave you,
Don't doubt it
So much, so much silly ink threatens
And if my throat sings
All the clouds lie down
You nailed it well nailed,
You nailed it without compassion
I won't sit by your side again
Because you have me marginalized
You have no forgiveness from god, from god, from god
That if I smoke a joint…
If I go out in the afternoon I'm bad…
So much silly ink that threatens…
Forgetting the sorrows
Smoking a log
From the smoke came out
A very small genius
I tell so many stories
That not even quentin tells so many
From Cinderella
To the lone ranger.
Sweat!
Sweat so much silly ink
And if my throat sings
All the clouds lie down.
I have enough reasons
To do what I do
Life has no trick
There are no magicians.