No Es Lo Mismo

I have the recipe for disappointment
Plenty of beats, to put together a song
I bring refreshment for the thirsty
A lot of feeling
And a van full of instruments

Arts for the artist, list of colors
Mixed salad, with many flavors
So that you fall in love, I also bring melodies
A firm sound, night and day

Okay, maybe I deserve it
Well, but I don't sell you my voice
Door, and what they think of us
Read my lips, I'm not for sale

Okay, maybe we deserve it
Well, but we don't sell my voice
Door, and what they think of us
Read my lips, I don't care

You are so many people, tell me
Who am I talking to now?
Don't you see we're not the same?
You're the one who says: Stay with me
I promise to give you torment, give you hard times

I promise you, if you listen to me, to give you art
Which is not the same as
Stay and we'll see
Stay and we'll see...

It's not the same to be as to be
It's not the same to be as to stay, no way!
Nor is staying the same as stopping
It's not the same

Maybe we're neither, nor are we
Nor do we plan to stay
But it's different to settle or fight
It's not the same, it's different

Okay, maybe I deserve it
Well, but I don't sell you my voice
Door, and what they think of us
Read my lips, I don't care

Okay, maybe we deserve it
Well, but we don't sell my voice
Door, and what they think of us
Read my lips, I don't care

It's not the same art as to be fed up
It's not the same to be fair as to be just right for you!
It's not the same you as another, get it
It's not the same
People trying to confuse us

Because we have a heart
A lot of heart
It's not the same
We feel different

Because we have a heart
A lot of heart
It's not the same
We feel different

Door and air that suffocates me
It's not about which side you want to be on
Being on one side, being on one side, you'll see
It's not the same

Maybe we're neither, nor are we
Nor do we plan to stay
But it's different to settle or fight
It's not the same, it's different

Okay, maybe I deserve it
Well, but I don't sell you my voice
Door, and what they think of us
Read my lips, I'm not for sale

Okay, maybe we deserve it
Well, but we don't sell my voice
Door, and what they think of us
Read my lips, I don't care

I have
Ointment for all pains
Remedies for all kinds of mistakes
Also recipes for disappointment

I have
Ointment for all pains
Remedies for all kinds of mistakes
Also recipes for disappointment

I have
Ointment for all pains
Remedies for all kinds of mistakes
Also recipes for disappointment

It's not the same to be enough or to be enough
Nor is it the same, to say, to opine, to impose or to command
The blacklists, the white hands
All those things you'll see that
It's not the same

The one who wants it the most doesn't win
I don't know if I explain myself?
Today no one wants to be the same
What does it matter
It's not communism, it's instinct

Okay, maybe I deserve it
Well, but I don't sell you my voice
Door, and what they think of us
Read my lips, I'm not for sale

Okay, maybe we deserve it
Well, but we don't sell my voice
Door, and what they think of us
Read my lips, I don't care

I have
Ointment for all pains
Remedies for all kinds of mistakes
Also recipes for disappointment

I have
Ointment for all pains
Remedies for all kinds of mistakes
Also recipes for disappointment

It's not the same
It's not the same
It's not the same
It's not the same