Balvanera

Sometimes I think I went crazy,
the game of this world is not for me,
and you ask me,
what can I do against the terror?,
when there is nothing but an infernal game,
and I don't know...oh no.
The city is filled with flyers again,
none appeal to my heart,
and you ask me,
what can I do to escape,
from this spiraling board?,
and I don't know...oh no.
And if I have to die,
let it be today, in the city.
Everything is joy, everything moves me today,
this whole model is adorned with light,
while outside wait those who have already lost.
Sometimes I think I went crazy,
I hear shots close by,
and I can confuse,
what is good or what is bad,
when the champions don't want to stop,
and want to see others fall.
And if I have to die,
let it be today, in the city.
Everything is joy, everything moves me today,
this whole model is adorned with light,
while outside wait those who have already lost,
while outside wait those who have already lost.