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Life is decisions, pains, pleasures
Some savoring, others fighting for what you want
Trusting that the noise will end when it arrives
Take care of your soul so you don't forget who you are

When I have everything, then what?
Many look, no one knows me here
Low profile, I close ranks, deal with 3
Mourning before they have to go

When I have everything, then what?
Intuition does not fail, people do
May the flowers be left to me before I die

Like a thorn lodged in you
Everything and nothing, good and bad
This is much more than 16-year-old Rubén dreamed of.
My voice from the future at his side spoke

And, shorty, if you're not there, fast food
Always like a tattoo, tattoo, ye
I always wrote bad mood, not for the club
And now at festivals north and south, ye

I do not have control of the perspective with which you look at me
Neither what you run from, nor what you chase
What you think and keep to yourself defines you
Ye, ye, ye

My sweat and tears on the road, making sense of it
As if it didn't matter to start over
We don't speak the same language, I don't know chance
If you want, I'll tell you in your ear what's not going to happen.

And you long for what I am
My essence cannot be bought
They can't bend me no matter how much they talk and pull me
Between the lines of envy something tells me "continue"

My mother believed almost more than me
Without having hearing, my greatest lesson

Life is decisions, pains, pleasures
Some savoring, others fighting for what you want
Trusting that the noise will end when it arrives
Take care of your soul so you don't forget who you are

You looked for a sign, here it is
I know what you're coming for, I'm not going to force
like a drop in the sea
The landscape looks different if there is no rush to get there

Blessed are the eyes that see us
Breaking out of the mold, it was written by law
Run, but where, I never missed the train
I was always the train

you stay
How many around here still do it for art?
All for the money
Just for the money

I close my eyes, I know where we're going
Where do we get to if we let ourselves?
I seek the distant, but embrace the simple
The world in my hands, hands in my pockets

For my time, my energy and my attention
Inside only stillness, days of renewal
Long time making space
Not anyone here who deserves my light

May he deserve my light
May he deserve my light
And that is why

Life is decisions, pains, pleasures
Some savoring, others fighting for what you want
Trusting that the noise will end when it arrives
Take care of your soul so you don't forget who you are

When I have everything, then what?
Many look, nobody knows me here
Low profile, I close ranks, deal with 3
Mourning before they have to go

When I have everything, then what?
Intuition does not fail, people do
May the flowers be left to me before I die