Las Malas Lenguas

The radio has finally said what will happen
That all excess comes back like a boomerang
We are front-page news with a tremendous headline

They hold tense debates on any channel
They give us six nights, seven, come on,
Who will offer more, you?
They even set the expiration date

And yet
I plan to stay until the end
Until you say 'enough'

Some say they have already seen the signal
Strange fireballs, a fleeting supernova
Like fevers that will calm with the wind

The gossips pull many more
And always assume
It's a fatal game
Although their infamy hides some truth

And yet
I plan to stay until the end
Until you say 'enough'

They can confuse us and ultimately win
And I will warn you, they will influence us
If the journey continues and this ship sails
What does it matter, what does it matter, what does it matter?
What does it matter, what does it matter, what does it matter?