Cada Loco Con Su Tema

Today I'm not up for anyone, but I'll go out if you look for me
You were unforgettable like the song Afloja
If we can't be together, I wish you well
I'm not at 100% because of the pieces of my heart

Winter below zero, all frozen from the cold
Among a thousand screams and fights, that's why I don't smile
Having someone in the end wasn't for me
Because you notice something missing and end up broken

The Real Madrid tracksuit that our kids didn't wear
I wrote to myself for 22 years to change myself for a posh
There are certain people who mark you so much, cousin
That I don't know how to get them out of the way

But here I am, writing from Adri
Playing to lose, grabbing bottles in the parking lot
It's impossible not to hurt, let's see how you leave from here
I have 'Aeternum' tattooed to try to forget you

And everything has an end, so please take care
My cross is expensive like a punch in the wall
More desire than possibilities, but tell me, for what?
We think about being happy and in the end it couldn't be

Believing again like with my 21 damages
Police flashlights, not the lighthouse light
What I never had and now that I have you by my side
What was a glass is past and I know I must overcome it

Your way of seeing it doesn't resemble mine
I regret having fought over nonsense
There are good days and bad days
But every day is bad if your 'good mornings' are missing

Inside me it's colder than in Russia
There are no smiles here, just shots of amnesia
Under the clothes, the pajamas for staying at home
I don't know what's wrong with me but it's crazy how heavy it is

Let me grab and get away far
Being next to you is going through sorrows through your eyes
You have as much realness as I have poshness
I have you in my sights like a damn red dot

I didn't want to be a rapper or sing under the spotlights
But here's the result of overthinking
Of the times I break down, feeling shattered
You are to me what chocolate is to tobacco

And if I don't take you on a motorcycle it's because I'm not Mario Casas
I'm a cool, skinny kid who always goes down to the square
Who's been wearing the same damn tracksuit for four days
And only writes bombs with worn-out sneakers
Hey, with worn-out sneakers
Only writes bombs with worn-out sneakers
2-9-1, cousin (we're in the house)
Hey, hey