Cantando

Stick a finger up your ass and pick your nose if you want to know how it goes, goes, goes, goes

It goes with the rumba, goes with the rumba
Goes with the rumba, with the rumba, with the rumba

And I, I'm going to drink up to the treetops
I'm going to have everything except decisions
Soft as a cloud, I'm going to be vapor
A bird, that rises and rises, without a motor

I want to leave, to die
To know what comes after
And come back to tell you in a firmer body
That I can't stand myself anymore and I don't care
Getting deafer, getting crazier, I sleep in a doorway
Like a dog soaked in alcohol
Like a koala, hanging, touched by the wing, without the Sun I go
They call me Mr. Drama
I roll around the bed wrapped in flames
A bird of fire in my sheets

Everything I do is to make you laugh
If I see you cry again, I'll have to leave
Or my chest will burst right here and
I'll stain everything with pain, which is an ugly color
The first thing I did when I woke up (cry)
The second (shit), brown shit with blue nerves
Maybe it's the yogurts, the whiskey, (no!)
I want to bathe in vodka in a swim- (ming pool!)
I'm going to release imprisoned verses
I'm going to lead the kiss congress to the muse
I don't know if it's used anymore (their shit is superfluous)

I do overflow and I'm far from that mess of yours, I hear bombs and excavators
What the earth thinks inside, tired of spinning, we'll know without delay
Look around you and cry
Tell me what the hell is valued
But not everything is theater, we have sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch and little hurry
Come, let's make a pact, you and your smile
Vertical, a recital, improvised
Like supreme love is not a mic, it's a tenor sax
It's a ritual and I'm a musical medium, sir
My house is the mind of a listener
Who is listening to me at home and so on

My flow is a natural dancer
With whom many would like to mark some steps and such
But from there to marriage, without knowing how to eat pussy
No one knows how to treat rhyme like Kase O-toño

And singing I feel good
Life goes much better
As long as I make it to the end of the month
As long as I make it to the end of the month

And singing I feel good
Life goes much better
As long as I make it to the end of the month
As long as I make it to the end of the month

I would like to wake up, but I'm already awake
You can stop the place, but not the time
What I like is to play that it's a story
A very true dream, as long as I see myself well, with

But this morning I don't feel like playing
Or seeing the fucking face of the real world
I always wanted to be a palm tree in front of the sea
And that my job was to be and not think about breathing, even
September comes with its: Oh, my God!
With summer clothes it's going to freeze
Poor kid got bitten by a cat
And feels like crying all the time, for a while
If I don't sleep with you it's a common grave
I dreamed you were pointing at me and it rang
That's why today I don't want to get up

One more day, but we'll have to face it
But fuck the mirror
I'm fine with the image I have of myself, that old hatred returns
The same clothes as yesterday, will be today's pajamas
I asked Javier, he doesn't know who I am anymore
Who is he?, who is he?, you
I am a thought, fruit of your boredom and
I live in your head since you were a kid
Living dreaming, practical life is a mess
But if you want to be happy as you say, don't analyze
Not until your soul heals or you'll be walking wounded
Patient, depression in the West, decadent progress
I can't smile properly
With the hunger and pain of so many people in mind
News, envy and greed rise
Love, truth, and justice fall
Like hearing your father say his soul hurts
I climb the palm tree, eat the coconut, and come down calmly
The pharmacy is at home

You a band-aid, me a gauze
The train that was taking your anguish is delayed
But it will arrive and take it to another body, that always happens
Because of the balance, (some good and some bad)
It's a cycle, a journey that understanding can't reach
It's life, simply love it
Call it, stop to look at it, it's serious
Don't we hate the cemetery? Or seeing it
If I see a candy, grab it and eat it
Because we are the time we have left
I told you yesterday, man, my plan is smooth and silk
Me and practice, smoking weed day by day, day by day, yeah
You sponsor my joy, girl

My flow is a natural dancer
With whom many would like to mark some steps and such
But from there to marriage, without knowing how to eat pussy
No one knows how to treat rhyme like Kase O-toño

And singing I feel good
Life goes much better
As long as I make it to the end of the month
As long as I make it to the end of the month