Por Higiene Emocional

I walk slowly
Lest I stumble
Upon some curb

I enjoy myself, you stay calm
I don't need anyone
I don't want more friends

Hands in my pockets
The lazy wind
Hurts my bangs

The incipient loneliness
Was drying up my lungs
Like a knife (o-oh)

For emotional hygiene!
I'm going to open a bar
Where hookers and the like
Will come to end up
And fall in love again
With whoever comes to steal
A bit of affection
And no dignity

I'm just here
Stuck in this world
Without taking a step back
Without moving forward a second
Poverty of the fire
That used to light my path
Why see what it was
With what I've become

With what I've become

I don't care or mind
What I don't know
That doesn't weigh on me

I sleep as much as I want
And sometimes a bit more
I wish I were dead

And I kept going with my body
My life of stories
And suffering

A marathon of memories
All to the flame
That I no longer want (o-oh)

For emotional hygiene!
I'm going to open a bar
Where hookers and the like
Will come to end up
And fall in love again
With whoever comes to steal
A bit of affection
And no dignity

I'm just here
Stuck in this world
Without taking a step back
Without moving forward a second
Poverty of the fire
That used to light my path
Why see what it was
With what I've become

With what I've become

For emotional hygiene!!