Guapo Tarde

They are standing still, standing still
Parasites, damn
Blessed Saturdays
Addicted to liters and shouting
Anarchic habits
Palpitations of the little summer already in the snout
Crazy mojitos
Lonely little pussies
Sips of life and sunshine

They play to see who is the coolest
I had pimples, I could never get into the game
Underground, that's my habitat
Look for me on the street with a thirst for beers and rap
I think I'm falling in love

But not with a woman but with the street rhythm
There are no girls around here, just rappers
Only thugs, drunks, and stoners
I wore shirts (yup!) shoes (nope!)
Maybe some Timberlands (yup!) boat shoes (nope!)

Whole areas discarded
Bars full of well-dressed girls
But I would have to disguise myself
If I disguise myself, what am I for rap?
I'm not envious, who's missing out on what?
I'm with the great rhymers in the park

Crazy in rap for having more skill
No rush to lose my virginity
I did a couple of shows, both bad
I won't go up again until I do better
The girls in my class say I'm a weirdo
You only come near me to ask for cigarettes

I don't know how to relate
Always with headphones so you can't talk to me
I didn't have sisters, we were all guys, aunt
My beauty canon is the Virgin Mary
We are three teenagers in the same house
Tick-tock, tick, time bomb

I'm just a kid
I'm trembling with a knife in the hallway
I write lyrics about the devil in the afternoon
And at night I pray Hail Marys until I fall asleep

They are standing still, standing still
Parasites, damn
Blessed Saturdays
Addicted to liters and shouting
Anarchic habits
Palpitations of the little summer already in the snout
Crazy mojitos
Lonely little pussies
Sips of life and sunshine

Stomach ache, all morning
Today my girl is coming to pick me up at school
She does a favor for me, a big deal
Just a few minutes separate me from her hug
I go to the bathroom to tidy up but when I see my face
Full of pimples, I leave it bloody

Wrapped in fury, wanting to pull out my hair
I go outside, with my self-esteem on the ground
I don't want to see her, nausea, cold sweat
And even though she came to see me from the other side of the river
I go home without saying hello, what's wrong?
I cry on the corner, cursed by my greasy face

To be honest, it was only the first
Of a million complexes that came later
I made a shell with garbage
I lived hating myself, unable to ask for help
Bukowski's books, whiskey, and loneliness
Blind until losing consciousness of my ugliness

The end is obvious, she left me for another
Who will want a boyfriend without an ounce of self-love?
What little I had to lose, I've lost
I can say it's the strongest pain I've ever felt
Pitying myself in bars, wounded animal
Grateful, as I've never felt so alive

Sabina and Calamaro are the salvation
Fruits and vegetables are the imagination
Every night at the bar during the week
Laughing at everything makes me forget the drama
Outside of them, I only have rap
Clumsy poems that don't help me flirt

Stage fright, vomiting at concerts
Making my raw feelings physical
Failed in love, only love for rum
The solution will be to lower the bar
Starving, ugly groupies
Zero chemistry, forcing with a narrow one

They are just memories
Blurry from the passage of time
Better still, standing still
Better frozen, standing still

They are standing still, standing still
Damn parasites
Blessed Saturdays
Addicted to liters and shouting
Anarchic habits
Palpitations of the little summer already in the snout
Crazy mojitos
Lonely little pussies
Sips of life and sunshine

Now every single bitch wanna see me