Fue Un Viernes
No Recomendable
It Was a Friday
She started to cry trying to forget him
Avoiding to remember
But if he's so despicable
Why cry for him
It would be better to laugh
Let's have a party in the street
Don't give in, heart
I sing you a desperate song
There's a weekend
Waiting for both of us
I'm not good but at least
I am who I am
A sway of beer in the darkness
A light that turns on at the bottom of the sea
A path to madness
A pawn of Kasparov
A kind of faith without love, without God and without religion
Without barefoot path without nails on the cross
Without more magnetic point than the one you indicate
I don't try to be good
I'm just sick
Toasting to your health
She started to laugh trying not to look at me
Avoiding to be happy
If you're not trustworthy
Why trust you
Then she started to laugh
We had a party in the street
We pleased the heart
Screaming to hell with the distance
There's a weekend
Waiting for both of us
I'm not good but at least
I am who I am
A sway of beer in the darkness
A light that turns on at the bottom of the sea
A path to madness
A pawn of Kasparov
A kind of faith without love, without God and without religion
Without barefoot path without nails on the cross
Without more magnetic point than the one you indicate
I don't try to be good
I'm just sick
Toasting to your health
