Dias Malos

Yeah
Testing
Hey, hey
Nara, nara, nouna
Nara, nara, nouna na
Na, raa!
Ouh, ouh
Today is a day
Where I don't feel well
And my self-esteem is low
And I regret
Not having chosen well
When I had time
And making the decision
Which I now regret

I look at myself in the mirror
I'm aging
My heart aches
There are things that hurt
Son already mature

Mom keeps saying
While I have a daughter
Growing up without daddy
I keep singing but I'm not happy

If they don't pay me what I want
I'm not going
And this career doesn't excite me
I no longer dream of commercials

But you still like me
And I don't let myself be seen on TV
But I have many shows
That help me stay afloat
I opened up from the showbiz
So they stop bothering me
Everything they've always
Wanted to see me

I ask
Why don't they stop criticizing me
Until when will they think
That what they say hurts me
If it didn't affect me before
I stepped on a stage
It won't affect me either
If one day I reach the top

Is it that the top
Is as everyone imagines
Money, fame, Grammys and
Problems that end
Because if fame
Is an illusion that doesn't fascinate
They found Winnie
That you were
Dead in a tub

The one with the divine voice
They found her lying
In her? By the kitchen
Another overdose
Kills someone
But who is killing her
Fame or cocaine
How bad it is to mix
Problems with flour
As long as we don't let
Anything depress us

Alcohol with pain
Is a mix that doesn't rhyme
But when you're drunk
You fall, it doesn't hurt or pity
Life is beautiful
It depends on how you live it
Experience is like a book
That you write yourself

You are only what you decide
And only God will help you
If with faith, you ask him
Even artists have bad days
And there's always someone ready
To criticize or bash us
They will always see
Everything we do as bad

If we leave the list and take out the human
Even if we're not at fault
We're always the villain
Because the one who talks the most
We almost never escape
We have no peace or calm
They think we don't get stressed
And we're such normal people
We go to the bathroom and poop

When we're on screen
We almost always pretend
That nothing is wrong
And that we're doing very well
No one worries
If we're going through something bad
Black, smile, you're on in five
It's your turn to sing

It's your turn to sing
(Even artists have bad days)
It's your turn to sing
(Even artists have bad days)
Haja
It's your turn to sing
(Even artists have bad days)
(Black!)
It's your turn to sing
(Even artists have bad days)
(Even artists have bad days)