Fuente de Energía

It's 4 in the afternoon
A new day dawns
You no longer talk to almost anyone
Because of
Oh! Your melancholy
They say it's your buddies
Who lead you down the wrong path
But it's because you're the black sheep
And you get yourself into trouble
You go back and forth
You leave your goal
Because lately you can't get up
Because you're a mess
Because you appear to me like ghosts
Like a bad melody
Words get stuck in your throat
If the police search you

At least recognize what
Your source of energy is
That you always imagine the world upside down
A prison with no way out
A foolish way to spend
With sorrow and no glory
But no one cares how your story will end

It's midnight
Your hunt begins
Because you no longer hide
Because of
Your craving for joy
They say it's your buddies
Who lead you down the wrong path
But it's because you're the black sheep and you get yourself into trouble
You go back and forth
You leave your goal
Because lately you can't get up
Because you're a mess
Because you appear to me like ghosts
Like a bad melody
Words get stuck in your throat
If the police search you

At least recognize what
Your source of energy is
That you always imagine the world upside down
A prison with no way out
A foolish way to spend
With sorrow and no glory
But no one cares how your story will end