JURAME

Ah
Cheb Rubën, eh
It's again, ah
Ah

For abusing freedom, I became a slave
For what I did, look at what I do
For failing, missing the shot
I wouldn't lie if I said I'd kill for a drink
With the cards I've been dealt
In these unstable days and these strange times
I almost have it clear
Letting everything burn, staying silent
I spent the night breaking your photos
And in the morning, putting the pieces back together (the pieces)
By the afternoon, I sent you a message
I remembered you because the sun was beautiful
I remember that day, teary eyes
And the street was asking me: Do it for us
And from those actions, these consequences
The street demanded that I give it all again

My head was like the Gaza Strip
My body is just prey
I open my eyes and only see threats
Champagne bathes the sorrows in the Plaza suite
I fly over another country like stepping into my own home
(I imagine myself on the roadside like Lasa)
I'm in crisis, but everything passes
I crashed the Ferrari, I'm Felipe Massa
For my wound, you are the gauze (me)
For your vice, I am the fat (me)
I discovered Plato's deception, and now I know that brass wasn't silver
I wrote the confession in the postscript
I failed when it was easy, Álvaro Morata
I respect the sacred like India respects cows
God help me, cleanse my chakras

Promise me you'll think about it
That shit can't defeat you
Promise me you'll try
I can't love you more
Promise me you'll think about it
That shit can't defeat you
Promise me you'll try
I can't love you more