Casi

She has the habit of living life without thinking
Luck and destiny, as the clandestine said
It's not true. I almost perceive her. I almost don't follow her.
I almost hurt her. I almost roll one
I almost smoke it. I almost don't miss you.
There are loose ideas, slowly passing through the sky.
There's a mountain that ties your reason
Slow blink of the low. Ah, ah, ah
All the smoke carries inside. Ah ah ah.
All the smoke carries inside, (repeat)
ah ah ah. Caressed by the ground
You don't go back from doubt. All that is resolved with a joint
I keep thinking without thinking. Nothing is different.
I just say, almost...