Vacaciones

Lost brains seek empty heads
Street lyrics seek normal songs
Spoiled verses like two crossed roads
Flattering phrases that seem special

This famous phrase seeks a mute mouth
Blind people seek houses with windows
Nativity scene dolls drunk as barrels
Princesses that always turn into frogs

How unfairly distributed this world is
Since the first month of January
Why does this game last a second
And the one who scores first wins

We don't want to change course
With our feet on the ground
And if things go wrong
Then we grab each other and go to the village

And if we're left wanting
Stamp my hand and I'll be back tomorrow
I'll be back early tomorrow

Because any day is a weekend
Just like in summer vacations
Me with corduroy pants under this sun

Cautious minds for foolish simpletons
Who follow the pattern like good neighbors
Words that stumble under the influence of wine
Cursed phrases that mark your destiny

My junkie neighbor has a cop father
He doesn't realize he's always short on money
He's almost always being fooled

How unfairly distributed this world is
Since the first month of January
Why does this game last a second
And the one who scores first wins

We don't want to change course
With our feet on the ground
And if things go wrong
Then we grab each other and go to the village

And if we're left wanting
Stamp my hand and I'll be back tomorrow
I'll be back early tomorrow

Because any day is a weekend
Just like in summer vacations
Me with corduroy pants under this sun

And if we're left wanting
Stamp my hand and I'll be back tomorrow
I'll be back early tomorrow

Because any day is a weekend
Just like in summer vacations
Me with corduroy pants under this sun

Time
Time, what we lack is time
I tell you with arguments
Time is what we lack
What never abounds is time

Time
Time, what we lack is time
I tell you without oaths
Time is what we lack
What never abounds is time

It's always time
It's always time
It's always time
It's always time
It's always time
It's always time