Humareda

It won't change
It will harm you
Those don't change
Don't change

I've drunk from the street vendor they affectionately call 'hot'
I've also drunk from the finest and most exquisite whiskey
I've enjoyed a woman, a woman of high lineage
And also, gentlemen, from one freshly descended from the highlands
I know what it's like to sleep in a fully equipped apartment
And what it's like to shiver among four poorly placed mats
That seem more like they've been crucified

And it's because I live combining virtue and sin
I live from the future, and also from the past
I like to enjoy Paris and the street vendor
Among men sweating and Marilyn, my beloved

I know what it's like to have pockets full of copper
And from being poor, what it's like to digest one's own intestines
If my destiny has been to end up
Throwing myself from the eleventh floor of the civic center
And it's because my two selves are always in conflict

My materialistic self, my materialistic self, and my idealistic self
Are arguing about my death, while my idealistic self
Wants to enjoy a free fall, my materialistic self
Calculates how much my burial will cost

And it's because I live combining virtue and sin
I live from the future, and also from the past
I like to enjoy Paris and the street vendor
Among men sweating and Marilyn, my...

I live combining virtue and sin
I live from the future, and also from the past
I like to enjoy Paris and the street vendor
Among men sweating and Marilyn, my beloved

It won't change
It will harm you
Those don't change
Don't change