Todos Iguales (part. Juliana Gattas y Lisa Cazullo)
Ya me desvestí de mi último papel
Ya saqué la cuenta y le gané
Ya lo consumí y debilité
Y el inconsciente sigue sin saber que lo dañé
Él se ve contento con un grabador
Cosa que yo nunca entenderé
Me provoca y me hace enloquecer
Y lo peor de todo no me logro convencer
¿Qué es lo que no sé?
Odio su sonrisa ante mí padecer
Si son tan felices como dicen ser
Pueden recibir sin un porqué
Ya me desvestí de mi último papel
Ya saque la cuenta y le gane
Ya lo consumí y debilité
Y el inconsciente sigue sin saber que lo dañe
Él se ve contento con un grabador
Cosa que yo nunca entenderé
Me provoca y me hace enloquecer
Y lo peor de todo no me logro convencer
¿Qué es lo que no sé?
Odio su sonrisa ante mi padecer
Si son tan felices como dicen ser
Pueden recibir sin un porqué
Como recibe la mujer que se protege de ese ser
Que no escucha ni intenta comprender
Si es un vestido o un papel, que más le importa no saber de mis cosas
Mi ropa, el mantel, mi tela, mis copas, mi pelo, mi piel
Mis uñas, las gotas del gato, la cena y el té
¿Qué es lo que no sé?
Odio su sonrisa ante mi padecer
Si son tan felices como dicen ser
Pueden recibir sin un porqué
Como recibe la mujer que se protege de ese ser
Que no escucha ni intenta comprender
Si es un vestido o un papel, que más le importa no saber de mis cosas
Mi ropa, el mantel, mi tela, mis copas, mi pelo, mi piel
Mis uñas, las gotas del gato, la cena y el té
All the Same (feat. Juliana Gattas and Lisa Cazullo)
I already undressed from my last role
I did the math and I won
I already consumed it and weakened it
And the subconscious still doesn't know that I damaged it
He looks happy with a recorder
Something I will never understand
It provokes me and drives me crazy
And the worst of all, I can't convince myself
What is it that I don't know?
I hate his smile in front of my suffering
If they are as happy as they claim to be
They can receive without a reason
I already undressed from my last role
I did the math and I won
I already consumed it and weakened it
And the subconscious still doesn't know that I damaged it
He looks happy with a recorder
Something I will never understand
It provokes me and drives me crazy
And the worst of all, I can't convince myself
What is it that I don't know?
I hate his smile in front of my suffering
If they are as happy as they claim to be
They can receive without a reason
How does the woman who protects herself from that being receive
Who doesn't listen or try to understand
If it's a dress or a role, what does it matter not knowing about my things
My clothes, the tablecloth, my fabric, my cups, my hair, my skin
My nails, the cat's drops, dinner and tea
What is it that I don't know?
I hate his smile in front of my suffering
If they are as happy as they claim to be
They can receive without a reason
How does the woman who protects herself from that being receive
Who doesn't listen or try to understand
If it's a dress or a role, what does it matter not knowing about my things
My clothes, the tablecloth, my fabric, my cups, my hair, my skin
My nails, the cat's drops, dinner and tea