Música

All my passing attacks
They surprise me at dinner time
Because they float in the glass of February rain
That does not wet or sadden the city

Every moment of mourning
Every torment first
Every sorrow is consolation
Every passing pain

Every mania or attachment
Every sincere lament
Every lousy Sunday
Every Monday of fear

Every day of the archer
Me and my beggar look
All the layers of the sky
All the things I want

Every day of the world
There is a way to resurrect

Every night, in every place
The moments we have left
An absurd opportunity to live
Relive my life

Music
While we fall, there is music
Even though everything is bad out there
It's the speaker of my city
Drama-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-matic
The hour of sorrow and no one has peace
I still don't listen

Slow, infinite, the minutes of winter
They dissolve in the mouth of a charlatan devil

Because I only take the glory
To have in memory
A magical story
In your hours of euphoria

Every day of the world
There is a way to resurrect

Every night, in every place
The moments we have left
An absurd opportunity to live
Relive my life

Music
While we fall, there is music
Even though everything is bad out there
It's the speaker of my city
Drama-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-matic
The hour of sorrow and no one has peace
I still don't listen

The voices of anguish and loneliness
The inescapable absence of freedom
I live the most routines
Faná-ná-ná-ná-ná-ná-ná-ná-nátics
That are born from problematic mornings
I still haven't woken up