Dímelo

I'm gonna talk to you about something that helps me walk.
I'm gonna talk to you about something that helps me fight.

I freak out with a bump, with a freckle, a pimple,
While you've swallowed silence, loneliness, fear, and delirium.
I freak out with work, with the group, and with my kids,
While you've had death staring into your eyes.
I freak out with lines, with booze, and with sex,
While you were getting strong to kick me in the chest.

And tell me that life smells like Nescafé,
It's losing yourself because you want a beautiful sunrise,
It's buying Tigretón bars in bulk at Mercadona,
It's letting out four farts on Saler beach,
It's kissing a baby on the cheek right after birth,
It's enduring a damn day because you got wasted yesterday.

I'm gonna talk to you about something I needed to talk about.
I'm gonna talk to you because this is my way of embracing.

I freak out with the car, with the salary, and the mortgage,
While you only longed to smash some drumsticks,
I freak out with my hair and with the damn internet,
While you set an example with courage, humor, and faith,
I freak out because I want to, because I'm a bit of a mess,
While you fought to have a beer today.

And tell me that life smells like gasoline,
It's riding a Harley without fear of the police,
It's taking a piss in a park, in a doorway,
It's spending a whole night talking just for the sake of it,
It's sweating like a pig surrounded by friends,
And playing it cool at the Passion for Noise club.