Un Toque de Locura
José Luis Rodríguez
A Touch of Madness
Always the same
Nothing happens here
Always the same
The days repeat
Always the same
Like drops of water
Always the same
Always the same
The same situations
Always the same
Your faithful love asleep
Always the same
Not a word less
Not one more
Always the same
We love each other
Always the same
But love is not this
In reality
We lack illusions
We lack fantasy
Above all, we lack
A touch of madness
An anger
Some doubt
That makes us wake up
A touch of madness
A deception
A hidden story
Even if it's not true in the end
An absurd illusion
An untimely glance
That bothers us
A scream in the silence
A touch of madness
Always the same
I leave you there asleep
Always the same
And then at night
Upon returning
Hardly ten words
Always the same
Always the same
On Mondays, maybe a movie
Or dinner
If something provokes us
Then maybe
We have to comply
Once again
Always the same
We love each other
Always the same
But love is not this
In reality
We lack illusions
We lack fantasy
Above all, we lack
A touch of madness
An anger
Some doubt
That makes us wake up
A touch of madness
A deception
A hidden story
Even if it's not true in the end
An absurd illusion
An untimely glance
That bothers us
A touch of madness
A deception
A hidden story
Even if it's not true in the end
A touch of madness
An anger
Some doubt
That makes us wake up
A touch of madness
A deception
A hidden story
