Buscando mirando
Leize
Searching, Looking
He goes out on the street once again
With his routine and his anxiety
Always acts by inertia
He no longer thinks about why
With a sorry face
And without having slept well
It is presented before the file
His feared judge
Prisoner of the system
In exchange for security
Serve the sentence
About working hours
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
After the day
Come home to rest
Nervous and overwhelmed
About to explode
Frictions, arguments
That they manage to affect
To your relationships
And family atmosphere
Assume as always
Not making ends meet
Curse your present
When tightening the belt
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
You already know the experience of having to bear the weight of despair
That fuels his anger and leads him to do things he will later regret
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
Searching, looking, rolling on the ground
