Para Cuando Me Muera
No Te Va Gustar
For When I Die
It becomes difficult to sleep
The mind doesn't shut off
Until one day you understand
What makes the difference
Good journalism isn't bought
Nor is the love for art or the team jersey
Home isn't bought, nor are good advice
Memories, adolescence
Fulfilled dreams, those that don't happen
And are simply dreamed
Values, inner beauty
Who to spoon with
Patience, patience
And tell me, what am I doing
Saving for when I die?
So many things that are right and
Tell me, what am I doing?
All those dead things
So beautiful but dead
Meanwhile, you can't buy
Siblings, mother
And true friendship
Experience
Rituals, emotion
The right song, the perfect one
Forgiveness, genuine smile
Conviction, knowing look
The first kiss of first love
The early morning corner, the radio voice
The rain during the nap, during the nap
And tell me, what am I doing
Saving for when I die?
So many things that are right and
Tell me, what am I doing?
And tell me, what am I doing
Saving for when I die?
So many things that are right and
Tell me, what am I doing?
