De Carton Piedra
Leusemia
Cardboard Stone
It was glory dressed in tulle
With a distant and blue gaze
Who smiled in a shop window
With the small and garnet mouth
And some fake patent leather shoes
That sparkled in the touch of the Sun
Clean and pretty, she was always in fashion
Dressed up like going to a wedding
And I went to see her all the time
Because I loved that woman
Papier mache
From Boxing Day to Christmas
Between sales and news
It made my sidewalk more tender
Ah
It wasn't like those April dolls
They scratched me from the front and from the side
They sent my innocence to hell!!
They ripped my hopes out of my chest
No, she was waiting in her display case
See me turn that corner
Like a bride
Like a medieval maiden
Asking me to free myself
Let's run away to write history
I broke the window with a stone
And I ran with her to my door
Her whole body trembled in my arms
The May Moon smiled upon us
In the rain we danced a waltz
One, two, three, one, two, three, it doesn't matter
And I was talking to him about our future
And she cried in silence I swear!
And between four walls and a roof
It burst against his chest
Pain after pain
I had the universe in my hands
And we made a verse from the past
Lost inside a poem
And then they came and pushed me out of my house
And they locked me up between these four white walls
Where some friends come to see me
From month to month
Two by two
And from three to six
Because to the crazy ones
They must be kept well locked up
Because they are a danger to society
And for the mental status
Because the crazy ones
Because the crazy ones
We can still build images in the sky
We can still be moved by the light of a smile
We can still make cheesy songs and say I love you
Because there are many crazy people who still believe in utopia
And they go out to the marches and demonstrations against dictatorships
And oppressors
That's why I like being among so many fucking crazy people with
Damn!
I like being with crazy people because they really get to me
Recontra to the p....o the very healthy guys, the sane ones
Those who say why are we going to do such a thing if everything is already done?
He is lost
Let them go to hell, the f............... those bastards