Nada que hacer

So...
you think
that nothing is what it says to be
wow you discovered dinamite!
neither you are more special
than that ugly socket.

No one realizes
that your suffering doesnt need
to have a good explanation
But you think
theres no need
to bring one out

WHAT FOR?
what for?

So you can cry with me
hug me
kiss me
and so what?

what for?
What for?

You cannot feel what I feel
Yes I suffer
for no reason
whats the fucking problem
World is no fun
Its about watching
how trees
became old
(so do you)
Its about watching clouds
with those strange forms that
brings to you
this gift
of more pain
and sorrow.





El infierno esta noche
esta noche canta
y nadie puede ponerte una bala en la cabeza
y solo atinamos a trepar enredaderas
de palabras

Esa casa de muros a la nada,
corriste a 300 km por hora
amaste a cuanto se te cruzo
compraste el perro
la casa
y todos piensan
que sos un maldito feliz

Comete tu palabra
tus verdades
hoy nos veremos en el fondo de mi vaso