ASUMIR LA DISTORSIÓN

Maybe it was me
Is it a virtue or a damnation?
The one who drank from fiction
I left my ego for its attraction

It's raining in Buenos Aires
What good is it to forget?
If I feed the ego
That sheltered us in the superficial

Embracing
The distortion
And returning it in the form of a song
I thought of you and God
To a passage of either of the two and

Love and cough cannot be hidden, right?
You transcribe the compassion
Of the last thing he uttered

And of all the things it could have been
I let it fall
Not even a crowd can tell me
That it feels good if it looks very bad

To say and confess
The thousand sins that I am going to simulate
In domes and copulate
What makes you is not popular

I am vulnerable
When you talk about love
And if you want I can be
The last piece you need to find
And of all the things it could have been

I let it fall
Not even a crowd can tell me
That it feels good if it looks very bad
Embracing

The distortion
And returning it in the form of a song
I thought of you and God
To a passage of either of the two and

I am vulnerable
When you talk to me about love
And if you want I can be
The last piece you need to find
And of all the things it could have been

I let it fall
Not even a crowd can tell me
That it feels good if it looks very bad