Pensar En Nada
Los Piojos
Thinking About Nothing
Just yesterday I realized
That it's just a matter of money.
While ten windows charge,
Only one is the one that pays.
How people think,
Sometimes the difference is so big
That they seem like beings from another land.
And what about that lonely house
That can be seen from a plane.
Perhaps in loneliness there is no pain
Thinking, thinking... about nothing
In the office at work,
As the new year arrives, everyone
Fights for that damn promotion
With a quota of frustration
Some live on roses
The city gets bigger
And more dangerous every time
