Hensito

I'm an expert in nothing in particular
And if I were, huh, as they said
I would study business or law
What the hell have you done, Hens? What the hell have you done?

The Sun is rising and I'm still out there
They don't sell alcohol anymore, bro, why are you like this?
That's what I tell myself when I go to sleep
And you're not here

With my fist on the wall again (again)
I play at leaving to come back later (and later)
I usually want everything I don't have
And I can have whatever I want, and that's fine
I've always been like this
Dyeing everything in gray
I die for myself, not for you
Cocky and bratty, in short
I've always been like this
Intense when writing
A disaster in general
More from Segovia than Madrid

The Sun is rising and I'm still out there
They don't sell alcohol anymore, bro, why are you like this?
That's what I tell myself when I go to sleep

My negative thoughts don't let me be calm
I feel like I never enjoy as much as I should
When I go out, I spend less than what I've drunk
And when I drink, I sleep well, but it's not like with you
And I get sad without finding reasons
I look for cheap flights and never get them
I spend Fridays at home and go out on Sundays
My dogs understand me better than some of my friends (Hensito)

The Sun is rising and I'm still out there
They don't sell alcohol anymore, bro, why are you like this?
That's what I tell myself when I go to sleep
And you're not here

Old young and foolish
Smart, handsome, stubborn, and lazy
I spend more than I earn
I only remember the essentials
I'm hardly ever comfortable
I sleep listening to the radio
Now that I've thought about quitting
I get anxious and roll one up

I'm an expert in nothing in particular
And if I were, huh, as they said
I would study business or law
What the hell have you done, Hens? What the hell have you done?

The Sun is rising and I'm still out there
They don't sell alcohol anymore, bro, why are you like this?
That's what I tell myself when I go to sleep
And you're not here
The Sun is rising and I'm still out there
They don't sell alcohol anymore, bro, why are you like this?
That's what I tell myself when I go to sleep
And you're not here