Pero Que Forma Más Buena
Solitario
But What a Good Way
I still keep darkness in me
And that's why my palette is fuller
I was sentenced with chains
But I didn't comply with the sentence
I started living the life that sorrow stole from me for years
And a couple of weeks later
The coronavirus arrived, the world went into quarantine
Damn, what bad luck
But what a good way
To make it clear that the world
Doesn't stop or slow down
That things are not
What you thought they were
And that in the end the pain
Only exists if you tolerate it
And today I write another letter
Another desolate song
Another way to escape the chaos
Another way to enjoy
The blow that life has given me
Because we know that in the end
Everything will go away like the slight breath
That disappears on the glass
Damn, what bad luck
But what a good way
To make it clear that the world
Doesn't stop or slow down
That things are not
What you thought they were
And that in the end the pain
Only exists if you tolerate it
And the further away from luck
The closer to my stronger self
I have defeated the urge to not see you
And I have lost respect for death
Since the walls don't speak to me
I have learned to listen to my words
I have taken hatred to the letter
Now it's time for love to open up
And today I write another letter
Another desolate song
Another way to escape the chaos
Another way to enjoy
The blow that life has given me
Because we know that in the end
Everything will go away like the slight breath
That disappears on the glass
Damn, what bad luck
But what a good way
To make it clear that the world
Doesn't stop or slow down
That things are not
What you thought they were
And that in the end the pain
Only exists if you tolerate it
Damn, what bad luck
But what a good way
To make it clear that the world
Doesn't stop or slow down
That things are not
What you thought they were
And that in the end the pain
Only exists if you tolerate it
Damn, what bad luck
But what a good way
To make it clear that the world
Doesn't stop or slow down
That things are not
What you thought they were
And that in the end the pain
Only exists if you tolerate it
