MUNDO ROTO

On a sad autumn day, this kid was born
From a love with many twists where pain reigns
Dad never sleeps at home, he loves rock and roll
Mom's crying, wants to leave, but he won't let her go

The night gets dark while I hear his cries
We talked to the family, they say it’s not that bad
With a lump in my throat, I swear, for you I’ll hold on
If I’m a distracted kid with toys in my room

Things haven’t changed much, the house is still the same
But now with a couple of debts they can’t pay
Why does Dad love to gamble, and Mom didn’t fall behind?
And since I lack nothing, I can’t complain

Once again, I turned up the volume to drown out the screams
A lot of time has passed, now I have a little brother
I’m doing well in school, though they call me a bastard
'Cause I’m letting out my anger, and whoever crosses me gets invited

Amidst the fury and arguments I hear from my pillow
A whisper before a shout: Let it go, it’s loaded
In confusion, I lose sight, the argument is over
I enter your room, and blood rains down from your face

So pretty, and I’m so young in this crazy world
Decorating with matter, broken hearts
I sing this song looking into your eyes
Thanking life that it’s not just a photo

So pretty, and I’m so young in this crazy world
Decorating with matter, broken hearts
I sing this song looking into your eyes
Thanking life that it’s not just a photo

Time passes, and little by little I forgive my mom
'Cause she wants the family she never had
Why doesn’t my old man change, and she didn’t understand?
And I, who never judge her, she wanted the best

Again I escape to the street, the light blinds me
If I’m toughening up in the cold, I regain my warmth
Among bad decisions, free drugs, and alcohol
Comparing my past, this present is better

One of those days, there was a call that changed my life
My old man’s gone, doesn’t show up, doesn’t answer anyone
At work, they’re waiting for him, but he never arrives

Better I go home to see what the hell happened
I open the door, I’m all alone, no one came with me
I have that memory in my mind, and it gets worse every day
If his whole body’s cold, and his head’s all red
I know deep down it’s my fault for not being there for you

So pretty, and I’m so young in this crazy world
Decorating with matter, broken hearts
I sing this song looking at your photo
Furious with life for not being your eyes

So pretty, and I’m so young in this crazy world
Decorating with matter, broken hearts
I sing this song looking at your photo
Furious with life for not being your eyes

So pretty, and I’m so young in this crazy world
Decorating with matter, broken hearts
I sing this song looking at your photo
Furious with life for not being your eyes

So pretty, and I’m so young in this crazy world
Decorating with matter, broken hearts
I sing this song looking at your photo
Furious with life for not being your eyes