Dejarse La Piel (feat. Arnau Griso)

There's a winning horse, as soon as I speak my mind
I wake up, which is no small feat, and send my saint to heaven
I forget to play it all, I don't want to think about what's left behind

I'm lost, sometimes nothing makes sense
The routine is flooded with ice, it's better to think about losing skin
And I pull the thread, and find the lost path
I turn my abyss into an asset to help me when I fall again

There's a beautiful clarity when I summarize what I believe
Let the cat go out and not stay locked up in clichés
I no longer drink from May waters, I don't want to think about what's coming behind

I'm lost, sometimes nothing makes sense
The routine is flooded with ice, it's better to think about losing skin
And I pull the thread, and find the lost path
I turn my abyss into an asset to help me when I fall again

There's a beautiful clarity when I summarize what I believe
Let the cat go out and not stay locked up in clichés
I no longer drink from May waters, I don't want to think about what's coming behind

There's a beautiful clarity when I summarize what I believe
I'm lost, sometimes nothing makes sense
The routine is flooded with ice, it's better to think about losing skin
And I pull the thread, and find the lost path
I turn my abyss into an asset to help me when I fall again

And I pull the thread, and find the lost path
I turn my abyss into an asset to help me when I fall again

I'm lost, sometimes nothing makes sense
The routine is flooded with ice, it's better to think about losing skin