Fiesta

Happiness is incomplete, there are infiltrators at the party, at our party, and I'm very clear about it, this smells fishy to me, this smells like a setup, this smells like betrayal, and I'm very clear about it, I have it very present in this song, this is how we learned to live, not in the healthiest way, representing a nation mixed with fear and resentment, where no one wants to share, where I've already gotten used to anxiety attacks, always living on the edge.
And they divided the country in two, created a double nation, some who do, others who don't, some who do, others who don't.
It's like a sad disease, it's the cultivation of insecurity, hidden on my balcony, with a van waiting at my door, my happiness is incomplete, I'm losing patience, this will never be a party with toads behind my door, civilians, reports, neighbors, enemy, me.