No Me Hablen de Penas
La Santa Grifa
Don't Talk to Me About Sorrows
A bag from the laundry
And a bit of bad weed
The kind that hits you when you smoke
Goes with all the gang
I don't want to talk about sorrows
That's why I'll go crazy
A little tequila to forget
That time won't come back
(Yusak)
I've emptied several bottles
I don't want to think about her
And I spend all crazy
Ask the stars
Just don't talk to me about sorrows
I forgot about dinner today
I'm going to have a few drinks
While the horn is sounding
Drugs running through all my veins
Under the full moon
But in the end, I don't think it was worth it
I'm not worried
I'd better change the subject
If I'm here, it's to forget the problems
If I'm not beating my chest
I'm a well-made and upright bastard
I reap all the bad and the good
And to this day, I'm not satisfied
But what will I do?
Another good drinking session
It doesn't matter if I run out of money
Go call the dealer
And tell him to bring the stuff I want to get really crazy
Like the other day
Well, what does it matter
If she didn't love me
I couldn't forget her name no matter how much I drank
And I just thought about this melody
A bag from the laundry
And a bit of bad weed
The kind that hits you when you smoke
Goes with all the gang
I don't want to talk about sorrows
That's why I'll go crazy
A little tequila to forget
That time won't come back
A bag from the laundry
And a bit of bad weed
The kind that hits you when you smoke
Goes with all the gang
I don't want to talk about sorrows
That's why I'll go crazy
A little tequila to forget
That time won't come back