Colorín Colorado

Time slipped away
Don't know what to do
Don't know when I started to grow
Life goes by and when it does
It passes you by and everything passes
It won't come back, everything passes
Those times of harsh sun on the terrace won't return
What's wrong with you? They left to get lost
No more sleepovers with your bros at your place
To play Nintendo until dawn

Now
The hangover is a b*tch
The debts are b*tches
The girls are b*tches
Everything's a b*tch
And on top of all that, I have a boss
Who deducts if I don't match shoes with belt. It's tough
Shirt tucked into dress pants
Like a kick in the balls from Messi
That's how I feel
Knowing I'm not what that kid always admired

The boards, the parks, the walls
Hey Arnold!, Pikachu and Mafalda
Cultura Profética, Rastas
And a basket and the goal
The girls, high school, the fights
Poloster, Cortazar, Sabina
Tobacco and alcohol in secret
Forged my life, my anthology

Time slipped away
It goes and keeps going
I didn't realize how I was growing
Life goes on and if you follow it
It goes on and even if you don't follow it
It goes on, it always goes on

Before, I turned my bike into a motorcycle with a soda can
And made ramps with pieces of wood
Now, drinking whiskey
Taking photos from the taxi
With friends and girls in the drunkenness

The pogs are gone, the mugs arrived
The pimples are gone, the years arrived
The balls are gone, the bosses arrived
The madness is gone, the sanity arrived

In the end, everything's gone
I feel like crying
But I don't remember how
There's nothing left from the past
Except the scars that life
Leaves marked

Rocco's modern life
King Kong's snot, the chocolates
Cans, murals, bonfires
And piñatas, what aim!
With ten pesos for the little store
Chips and soda in a bag
Home Alone and Oblina
Marked my life, my anthology

When I was a kid
I wanted to be grown up
And now that I'm grown up
I prefer to be small, classic
It seems like I'll never be satisfied
My present is what I'll miss in the future

Thinking about what was
I never think about what I have
Thinking about what's coming
I don't focus on what I'm living
And now that I listen to myself
I'm starting to understand
Life is what happens
While you're dying