Que Calité

I won't forgive myself for getting lost again inside my head
Last year
Didn't even last a month but I saw the gap coming, how do you know what
I want, julito,
To meet the cliché, to meet all the time
That people waste
During the after-dinner

I can't take it anymore, what a mess
I keep sitting in the same flowerbed over and over again (repeat)

Today I live in a world in life-size with conversations
Subtitled with
Crazy birds from yesterday and today and with pinches of malice drawing
The six or
Seven days that you and I know the week has, trying
To color them without
Losing hope

I can't take it anymore, what a mess
I keep sitting in the same flowerbed over and over again (repeat)

I can't take it anymore and I don't even know what to do, but I know the night is short
Pulling threads from my pants my missions abort, and what?
I'm a bunch of ideas mixed by rumbas, by tangos, by
Cha cha cha
I collect good times between lines with a beaten back
Dreaming vertically much to my regret between bitches and cats
Touching my side trying to calm the anxiety stitch
I can't take it anymore, what a mess
I keep sitting in the same flowerbed over and over again (repeat)

I've realized for a while now that my life is a
Little wrong
Hands that don't give, what are you waiting for
It doesn't matter if you bring a loaf under your arm if your head hurts
If you drown in a glass or in the sea of clumsiness
You know that your ruin is my tears and I don't have the skill
He who is born dies and without complaining,
Someone will pay the bill

And once again, I start running, dress slowly because you're in a hurry
Look, there's no time
To lose (repeat)