Buena Droga

If you're at home and can't sleep
And you're thinking you don't want to live anymore
You can't even breathe
The ceiling's so close you can touch it.

Good drug, the one that makes you think
That in this life there's nothing left to wait for.
We know, there's nothing better
Than something strong to ease the pain.

And now I think about the last time
It wasn't that great and something pulls me back.
I want to see you one more time,
This shit is finally gonna tear us apart.

And now I think that waking up for real
Is the happiest way to dream.
I give back my school uniform,
The stupid innocence and the boulevard.
And now I think about not giving away hope,
The seed of the revolution.
I know that our security
Laughs at time, greets you, and then leaves.

If you're at home and can't sleep
And you're thinking you don't want to live anymore,
We know, there's nothing better
Than something strong to ease the pain.

And now I think that waking up for real
Is the happiest way to dream.
I give back my school uniform,
The stupid innocence and the boulevard.
And now I think about not giving away hope,
The seed of the revolution.
I know that our security
Laughs at time, greets you, and then leaves.