Sobre Cañones Y Moscas

I got a song
that's a weapon in a child's hands
Take that!
I have to play it
and I've broken my hands
punching my way through

And the audience waits
if not a voice, at least an echo,
a grinding of teeth,
what does it matter if I hear the clown laughing
as I fall from the trapeze,
I'll pay the price willingly.
And the customer is always right,
if for the devil my soul
then for you my heart, servant.
Hey, mister Tambourine,
don't let the dance end,
glass eyes, aluminum sun,
yours the blood from my nose.
It's not about being a diva looking for trouble,
just to see if I like it just because,
I like it like you do.

And the audience waits if not a voice,
at least an echo, a grinding of teeth,
what does it matter if I hear the clown laughing
as I fall from the trapeze,
I'll pay the price willingly.
And the customer is always right,
if for the devil my soul
then for you my heart, servant.
Hey, mister Tambourine,
don't let the dance end,
glass eyes, aluminum sun,
yours the blood from my nose.
It's not about being a diva looking for trouble,
just to see if I like it just because,
I like it like you do.

And the customer is always right,
if for the devil my soul
then for you my heart, servant.