Las Pastillas Del Doctor
Rupatrupa
The Doctor's Pills
Why do I need money if smiles can't be bought
I prefer to be a prisoner of my songs than of your happiness
If I want time, I wait; if I want calm, I stop to think
I'm into fleeting love and I'm searching without knowing what I want to find
Hurry, traffic, and stress, insomnia and anxiety
They're not cured with money, they're cured with happiness
Waking up early without excitement, and sleeping to escape
The doctor's pills don't make me feel better
I don't need your luxuries, I don't understand them, I can't appreciate them
Today I thirst for the brandy that's burning me
Why do I need money, if your presence can't be bought
I prefer to be a sailor, drunk, shipwrecked at the bar counter
Hurry, traffic, and stress, insomnia and anxiety
They're not cured with money, they're cured with happiness
Waking up early without excitement, and sleeping to escape
The doctor's pills don't make me feel better
Cure me from time, which doesn't know where it's going
Cure me from time, with sand and seawater
Cure me from time, which doesn't know where it's going
Cure me from time, with sand and seawater
