Cínicamente Muertos

I'm out of here
It will definitely be better
It suits you well
Focus attention
I happen
It's a specific anger
There's no more.

total people
I flew around you
What dignity,
What bearing and what distinction
I suffered from Stendhal syndrome
Listening behind the door
The usual
The normal
You are a city.

Reinvent
Reinvent
My city.

Just once
A matter of pride you will say
I approached you feigning coincidence
almost you
You were going to greet me
When your antenna drifted
Your environment is more ingenious than a god
I saw them act each one with their function
And each one has a great gift
And mothers with patience.

The usual
The normal
Being a city
I will have to reinvent
Reinvent
My city.

My supposed friendship has lost value in your bag
Your voice of eternity
How long does a fly last?

How radical
I left without saying goodbye
I'll write you
To explain my version
Or I won't
At the end of the day you don't
You had realized.

I go back to my plan
It's still early
And perhaps the night still lends itself.

Reinvent my city
I am city
I am a city.