Ayudame Freud
Buenas tardes doctor
Buenas tardes
Adelante
Si, en el sofa por favor
Ponte comodo
Recuestate, si
Vas a pensar que has sido un ave que ha estado enjaulada
Durante toda su vida
Y que hoy esta a punto de abrir esa puerta
La puerta de esa jaula
Vamos, con confianza
Cuentame que te pasa
Ella vive conmigo en mi inconsciente
Ella es dueña de mi pasado y mi presente
Su morada es mi falta de seguridad
Y su comida mi ansiedad
Ayudame freud
Ella pisa cada uno de mis pasos
Bebe el vino junto a mi y del mismo vaso
Ella es la mujer perfecta que me construyo mama
Y esta jodiendo mi psicologia
Ayudame freud
Sera doctor
Que el chaleco de fuerza
Aun sigue atando mi cordura
Que mis complejos aun no rasgan su costura
O sera que la mujer que me construyo mama
Es de muy grande de estatura
Sera doctor
Que pido mucho o que me conformo con poco
Que sigo cuerdo o estoy totalmente loco
O sera que la vida no es otra cosa
Que un racimo de antojos
Y la que paga los platos rotos
Siempre es ella
La de a de veras
La que me cuida
La que me entibia en mis noches de tanto frió
La que me espera
La que me aguanta
La enemiga del fantasma en mi cabeza
Me la construyeron puritana e inteligente
Buena para la cocina y muy decente
Tan irreal que existiria en mi mente y nada mas
Pero insisto en compararla con ella
Ayudame freud
Si usa la falda muy corta habrá un problema
Pues la chica en mi cabeza es de otro esquema
Si se le ocurre una idea
Habrá que ver que dice ella
Y se siente como la mierda
Ayudame freud
Sera doctor
Que el chaleco de fuerza
Aun sigue atando mi cordura
Que mis complejos aun no rasgan su costura
O sera que la mujer que me construyo mama
Es de muy grande de estatura
Sera doctor
Que pido mucho o que me conformo con poco
Que sigo cuerdo o estoy totalmente loco
O sera que la vida no es otra cosa
Que un racimo de antojos
Y la que paga los platos rotos
Siempre es ella
La de a de veras
La que me cuida
La que me entibia en mis noches de tanto frió
La que me espera
La que me aguanta
La enemiga del fantasma en mi cabeza
Sera doctor
Que esto me pasa solo a mi
O a todo el mundo
Y el doctor me contesto
No hay quien se salve
De este asunto
Help me Freud
Good afternoon doctor
Good afternoon
Come in
Yes, on the couch please
Make yourself comfortable
Lie down, yes
You're going to think that you've been a bird that's been caged
All your life
And today you're about to open that door
The door of that cage
Come on, with confidence
Tell me what's going on
She lives with me in my unconscious
She owns my past and my present
Her dwelling is my lack of security
And her food is my anxiety
Help me Freud
She steps on each of my steps
Drinks wine with me from the same glass
She's the perfect woman that my mother built
And she's messing with my psychology
Help me Freud
Could it be, doctor
That the straitjacket
Still ties my sanity
That my complexes still don't tear their seams
Or is it that the woman my mother built
Is of very tall stature
Could it be, doctor
That I ask for too much or settle for too little
That I'm still sane or completely crazy
Or is it that life is nothing else
But a cluster of whims
And the one who pays the price
Is always her
The real one
The one who takes care of me
The one who warms me up on my cold nights
The one who waits for me
The one who puts up with me
The enemy of the ghost in my head
They built her pure and intelligent
Good in the kitchen and very decent
So unreal that she would only exist in my mind and nothing more
But I keep comparing her to her
Help me Freud
If she wears a very short skirt, there will be a problem
Because the girl in my head is from a different scheme
If she comes up with an idea
We'll have to see what she says
And she feels like shit
Help me Freud
Could it be, doctor
That the straitjacket
Still ties my sanity
That my complexes still don't tear their seams
Or is it that the woman my mother built
Is of very tall stature
Could it be, doctor
That I ask for too much or settle for too little
That I'm still sane or completely crazy
Or is it that life is nothing else
But a cluster of whims
And the one who pays the price
Is always her
The real one
The one who takes care of me
The one who warms me up on my cold nights
The one who waits for me
The one who puts up with me
The enemy of the ghost in my head
Could it be, doctor
That this only happens to me
Or to everyone
And the doctor replied
No one is saved
From this issue