Por Ser Un Pervertido
Robe Iniesta
For Being a Pervert
You appeared and, without reason
I think something disoriented me
Here, unprepared
In the hands of destiny
And I'm looking for an explanation
Could it be the axis of rotation
That makes everything twisted
In the world we live in?
I, sense of direction
I never had, I was directionless
But now I can assure you that I'm
Lost, lost
I'm lost without you
Lost, lost
I'm lost without you
Lost
I thought everything was love
I thought it was just love
I deserve it
For being a pervert
And I'm looking for an explanation
And I can't find it around
I deserve it
For being so primitive
I, sense of direction
I never had, I was directionless
But now I can assure you that I'm
Lost, lost
I'm lost without you
Lost, lost
I'm lost without you
Lost
Lost, lost
I'm lost without you
Lost, lost
I'm lost without you
Lost
