El sol no tiene ganas de venir

I am who I am, that's just how it is, and if someone
Shows up, it’ll be luck, maybe.
You pass through people, you pass through their minds,
But few, little by little, start to copy
Ways of speaking, but if you want to copy my toys
Or my way of acting, you’re dead.

Karina (my girl) pulls the trigger,
And with her hands all twisted, she screams, "Personality!"
There’s only one in a thousand in this world, one per second,
And the in-between stays the same.
Hey crazy girl, what a wild thing, I don’t want to change.

You pull your hair, you bite from jealousy for not having personality.
Squeeze it, dude, squeeze it, dude, or I’m gonna catch you.
The typical guy walks by with the typical face, stops in the square,
Combs his beautiful hair, what’s gonna happen?
People open their eyes, stretch their necks, and say, "Wow!"
What personality, give me more, give me more, uh yeah!

You come to my party, you don’t dance, you kiss, you stink.
You come to my party, you don’t dance, you kiss, you stink.
There’s no control, the sun doesn’t want to come.
Is everyone gonna keep lying and following a
Personality that has nothing to do with theirs? Let’s see yours.
There’s no control, the sun doesn’t want to come.
The number you dialed is wrong, and your personality has failed.
If you want to continue, please repeat.
This is flight F-1-9-9-5 funk.