Paren El Mundo

And everything changes and everything is so urgent,
we live in the era of hurry,
fashion, rent, power games,
I'm still here with the same shirt, you see.
Searching like singers search
for the wink that is not in the score,
a little warmth, the shadow of your love.
My hand stopped at your waist and now well

I didn't lose the desire to change
nor the taste of cutting a new path,
I no longer trust so much end of the century.

Where will it end up, where will it end up,
I want to get off, stop the world,
where will it end up, where will it end up,
with so much rush and nonsense
sometimes there's no time to think.

Where will it end up, where will it end up
in the era of hurry
where will it end up, where will it end up,
I go with the same shirt,
I want to get off, so much rush to nowhere.

And everything passes but nothing remains
in the epidemic of foolishness
I want to meditate, sit in a place,
fulfill what your mouth promised,
and I'll tell you that I don't care
I'm already committed,
I don't want to win any race,
and where am I going to go, if I can continue here
in the blessed glory if it lets me

That I didn't lose the desire to go out,
nor the taste of vibrating with a new chord
but if it's about talking I prefer to speak honestly.

Where will it end up, where will it end up,
I want to get off, stop the world..