El Piano Toca El Suelo

But people don't really change
That's something you discover over the years
We don't become wiser or less wise with time
We become more of the same that we already are
The good and the bad

So to be brave
You need to be afraid
The soul we touch in people
Can't be touched with a finger

So to be brave
I must confess I don't dare
The air touches people
While the piano hits the ground

Every time I see a cockroach legs up, I turn it around
And every time I do it, shortly after I find it dead
The law of the jungle is not as literal as it seems
Maybe I'm the God of the ants
Begging not to water the door

A couple of colonies flood so that plant grows
The tree has memory, the reward takes time
Thick leaves withstand the rain
The fruit falls nearby
Everything endures, doesn't die if you remember
I searched deep inside
Yet, I didn't find you
But I wrote that if Monet says
Paint what you don't see
Imagine a beautiful lie and write it too
And when it becomes true, celebrate, it doesn't matter with whom

I found a spider in the studio
I put it in a jar and released it outside
If I saw it again
There would be no way to know it's her
But I felt good
I opened the lid and immediately she hid under a pot
(Look, look there she goes)

Those who have the power to harm and don't
Are the masters, says the poet
That's respected
Know that, my lyrics
Are for everything that can't be shot with a shotgun

I only kill flies because the mic captures their buzz
And I think silence must be defended from noise
I also defended the olive tree in the dry season
Everyone who's alive should

So to be brave
You need to be afraid
The notes touch people
But the piano only hits the ground

So to be brave
I must confess I don't dare
The soul we touch in people
Can't be touched with a finger
(Hey, who's coming now?)

I'm your biggest fan following you
Sticking memories from magazines
Letters that will never arrive
Linguist sociopath watching you
I study, there's no fear here
And I already crossed that bridge
I shout freedom freeing Atlantis from the 18

I picked up the trident, death approached
I warned her on purpose
I don't dare, I have a saint, smoke, and rum
It's your demons who should be terrified, I know
From dawn to night I fight them in the present
Elementals can't touch me
At least says the cat and he's protective
I mean, my cat and I don't care about gender
Just their honor of silver or gold
But it's made of some metal I ignore
And everything is life in the sound
Like the message of this chorus

So to be brave
You have to swallow fear
The soul we touch is the mind
The mandolin, the piano, the harp, the sky

So to be brave
I must hide that I do dare
The world doesn't care about our people
The notes only play with the fingers