Tanto de Todo
Todas las noches que me mato
Resucito con el desayuno
Solo me calmo si salgo a la selva
Y me pierdo por un rato sin rumbo
Por un rato sin rumbo
Ya no le busco la vuelta
Ya sé bien a qué huele lo que me duele
Y lo que me gusta, lo me suelta
Lo que me tienta y lo que me asusta
Lo que sí nunca entenderé
Porque si en Ia patria hay tanto de todo
Unos pocos se llevan tanto
Y para tantos dejan tan poco
No dejan ni un poco
Vivir en la tierra más rica
Y ver al poder en cerebros tan pobres
Vivir en la tierra más rica
Y ver al poder en cerebros tan pobres
Bonito día en Celina
Que de bonita le queda un poco
Ayer nos tocó y hoy me toco
Mañana tal vez no te vuelva tan loca
Y no me vuelvas tan loco, y nos vuelva a tocar
Y te diga mi vida, esta vida sin vos
Es peor que jugar con Dios a las escondidas
Bombón que cuando camina le gritan
Vos tenés tanto de todo y tantos tan poco
Hacete ver del bobo, porque del culo
Estás para la moto, estás para la foto, qué foto
Mi flor robada de los jardines del cielo
Hay tantas chicas cantando
Y para el cantante siempre
Siempre dejan tan poco
No dejan ni un poco
Todas las noches que te extraño
Resucito con el desayuno
So Much of Everything
Every night that I kill myself
I come back to life with breakfast
I only calm down if I go out to the jungle
And get lost for a while aimlessly
For a while aimlessly
I no longer look for the solution
I know well what smells like what hurts me
And what I like, what releases me
What tempts me and what scares me
What I will never understand
Because if in the homeland there is so much of everything
A few take so much
And for many, they leave so little
They don't leave even a little
To live in the richest land
And see power in such poor brains
To live in the richest land
And see power in such poor brains
Beautiful day in Celina
That of beauty she has a little left
Yesterday it was our turn and today it's my turn
Maybe tomorrow you won't drive yourself so crazy
And don't drive me so crazy, and it's our turn again
And I tell you my life, this life without you
Is worse than playing hide and seek with God
Sweetie, when she walks they shout at her
You have so much of everything and so many have so little
Get seen by the fool, because from the ass
You're fit for the bike, you're fit for the photo, what a photo
My flower stolen from the gardens of heaven
There are so many girls singing
And for the singer always
They leave so little
They don't leave even a little
Every night that I miss you
I come back to life with breakfast