Tan Irónico

As ironic as chasing a bullet
Or the middle finger proclaiming the bad
If you learn to float, wings are unnecessary
Pointing at oneself three times whenever pointed at
Kissing is seeing to close the eyes!
The tightrope is also a red carpet
Crashing against the world on a whim!
Dancing once again our angers! Yes, yo
Outlaws are asking for witnesses
I bless with the same words I curse
Loneliness is so much that it invents its friends
None like oneself as the worst enemy!
The fire truck turned into a bonfire
Some want a street, others a race
So much evil in a single leak
Taking long to arrive, but despairing of waiting

So ironic, so, so ironic
So ironic, so, so ironic
So ironic that it's not felt, but it's at full speed
Time is a child playing with a box marked fragile

Asserting seriously that life is a joke!
Nothing to talk about, even with the same language!
Love is liquid, but not taken
Silence like lead didn't even leave a scent!
Being someone who never forgives, but always forgets!
Running in circles, licking the wounds
Jumping without certainty if the parachute will open
Being saved and still not coming out of this alive
Having the arguments to lose reason
Or that Black Mirror is not far from science fiction
Not enduring in silence and alone for hours in the room
But that the whole world fits into a song
With a trio of three over two ten and two aces, sir
I saw him pass a bomb smoking
Without the slightest bad intention
Heart racing and the rest in position
Or that what he affirms about you is only assumption!

So ironic, so, so ironic
So ironic, so, so ironic
So ironic that it's not felt, but it's at full speed
Time is a child playing with a box marked fragile

Inside you can't smoke, and outside you can't drink
I'm in the limbo of the door, deciding which of the two to do

Inside you can't smoke, and outside you can't drink
I'm in the limbo of the door, deciding which of the two to do

Inside you can't smoke, and outside you can't drink
I'm in the limbo of the door, deciding which of the two to do

Inside you can't smoke, and outside you can't drink
I'm in the limbo of the door, deciding which of the two to do

So ironic, so, so ironic

So ironic, so, so ironic
So ironic, so, so ironic
So ironic that it's not felt, but it's at full speed
Time is a child playing with a box marked fragile

So ironic, so ironic. What!