Antes de Los 30 (En Sueño Desde Madrid)
Morat
Before 30 (In a Dream from Madrid)
I woke up in a bad mood
Half-drunk in a hotel room
Spinning around the Sun again
It doesn’t feel like yesterday anymore
It makes no sense
I’m not the kid I used to be
But 30 doesn’t suit me well
I’ve got a thousand things to live
But I don’t want to grow up anymore
It makes no sense
I know memories don’t follow the law of gravity
That time passes and turns us into what we were
What terrifies me to realize is that life is speeding by
It makes no sense
The truth hurts
That we grew up too fast
Overthinking without meaning to
I hate getting so deep
But what hurts to lose is always made of glass
It makes no sense
I know memories don’t follow the law of gravity
That time passes and turns us into what we were
What terrifies me to realize is that life is speeding by
It makes no sense
The truth hurts
That we grew up too fast
Suddenly, there’s no need to fear the alarm
We have to accept that the Sun rises every day
And it’s not just about existing
It’s about knowing how to live
And doing it better, even if maybe
I know memories don’t follow the law of gravity
That time passes and turns us into what we were
What terrifies me to realize is that life is speeding by
It makes no sense
The truth hurts
That we grew up too fast