Gente,
Toda esa gente se cree diferente
Pero no se siente, juegan con sus mentes
Y, ¿qué será de mí?
Si se te antoja y ya no pueda hablar
No pueda
Y, ¿qué será de mí?
Si se te antoja y ya no pueda hablar
No pueda hablar
¿Qué será de mí?, ¿qué será de mí?
¿Qué será de mí?, ¿qué será de mí?
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Nunca quise en vida despertar
Ahora quiero en vida despertar
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
People
All those people think they're different
But they don't feel it, they play with their minds
And, what will become of me?
If you feel like it and I can't speak anymore
I can't
And, what will become of me?
If you feel like it and I can't speak anymore
I can't speak
What will become of me?, what will become of me?
What will become of me?, what will become of me?
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I never wanted to wake up in life
Now I want to wake up in life
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah