Voy a Mil
Serú Girán
I'm going a thousand
Hey, doctor
I am this sweat that jumps at me
I have the promised blood
Give me the coramine
I'm going a thousand, I have no control
What's happening to me?
I see expired movies
I feel the phone ringing at home
At home
Don't make me suffer
Please
I am this pain that kills me
My producer gives me poison
I'm spending my money on the rat
Please
It's better to throw out the pirate
I'm going to take an aspirin
To hell with all that stage
Yes, I'm going to love, I'm going to love
I'm going to hate if they hate me
And never think about it
I'm going to rise, to rise
To fall, if they bring me down
Who said we are free?
