Rumbapop (feat. Estopa)

I'm tired of eating ceiling, every Sunday, the same
Of going after looking for a kiss, that takes me to your doorstep
Of life in general, how much am I worth?, how much do I have?
Of having my nerves eaten, when something goes wrong

I wear my lucky charm and a couple of beers on me
I have a deal with death, for my people to be calm
Life hasn't even given me the 'erte'
I wander around the corners
Not having pending accounts and a suicidal side

I've spent a month at the table
I spent the whole summer sitting on the terrace
With a little glass in my hand
So hot!

And you're left wanting, and your face just asks me to come back
And now I'm not up for loves or chocolates or surprises
Don't change me for anything that I have by my side
Talk to me about your values, don't show me your wallet

If we talk about heartbreak, I have a master's degree in memories
I no longer feel your warmth, my body lives in winter
I don't know if I'm worse now, but I don't waste time anymore
I arrive flying to the living room and it seems like I'm happy

I've spent a month at the table
I spent the whole summer sitting on the terrace
With a little glass in my hand
So hot!

And you're left wanting, and your face just asks me to come back
And now I'm not up for loves or chocolates or surprises
Don't change me for anything that I have by my side
Talk to me about your values, don't show me your wallet

I'm tired of eating ceiling, every Sunday, the same (let's go Pole.)
Of going after looking for a kiss, that takes me to your doorstep
Life in general, how much am I worth?, how much do I have?
Of having my nerves eaten, when something goes wrong

And you're left wanting, and your face just asks me to come back
And now I'm not up for loves or chocolates or surprises
Don't change me for anything that I have by my side
Talk to me about your values, don't show me your wallet