Me Dejo Hablando Solo
Zambayonny
I'm Left Talking to Myself
We have to screw ourselves over, heart
For being crazy, naive, for lending the card
For negotiating the rules of the revolution
For getting paid by God when God goes bankrupt
We have to kill ourselves, heart
For being foolish, just because, for learning to lose
For not wearing a jacket when the weather changes
For humming the songs they bury us with
We have to laugh, heart
For being ugly, naive, for erasing the cassette
For throwing away the box along with the manual
For not learning to dance and for burning the tablecloth
We have to extinguish ourselves, heart
For being freaks, displaced, for signing without reading
For always seeing it as half over
And for going out to buy just when we should sell
We have to forget, heart
For being lazy, for talking until the coffee gets cold
For explaining a thousand times what is no longer true
For implanting a chip and for using formal language
We have to be silent, heart
For being poor, for counting sheep to fall asleep
For picking up the phone at the first sign of loneliness
For cutting and pasting faces from the 'For You' magazine
We have to hide, heart
For being slow, sick, for killing the hostage
For stumbling a thousand times on the same step
For not paying attention when the train was announced
We have to endure the blow, heart
For being weird, stupid, for dreaming and taking risks
For understanding fashion when it's already over
For being insolvent and looking for the other half
We have to surrender, heart
For being obsessive, insomniacs, for spilling the drink
For causing secondhand embarrassment, for revealing the ending
And for wanting to take pictures of the sunset
We have to sacrifice ourselves, heart
For being few, unpatriotic, for talking to the clock
For being slaves to what could have been said
For not daring to applaud when the plane lands
We have to go bankrupt, heart
For being hippies, cheated on, for paying rent
For not learning to record the damn ideas
For starting fights and dying standing up
We have to surrender, heart
For being extras, burnt out, for changing the past
For walking in circles from the first step
For scaring the clown and following the script