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Miami Beach

Rigoberta Bandini

Miami Beach

Cuando ya me aburro de la vida y su sabor
Me vengo abajo y ya no puedo expresar nada
Cuando hay un vacío que me pincha el esternón
Puedo ponerme en modo avión e irme a la cama

Pero hoy tuve un sueño un poco raro
Cantaba canciones en inglés

Welcome to the United States of America
Please remain seated until the plane has come to a complete stop and the lights are off
Remember your luggage is in the resisreching and richicorin
Have a nice flight!

Sí, voy a Miami beach
Busco donde está el Ritz
Pero no encuentro nada
Sí, soy una 90's bitch
Adoro a Britney Spears
Ando desubicada

Cuando ya creías que tenías el control
Se te estropea el corazón y empieza el drama (oh, my God!)
Cuando hay tantas cosas que distraen mi inspiración
Me escribo cuatro rimas tontas con desgana

Pero hoy tuve un sueño un poco raro
Todo el mundo spanglish, cero inglés

(Un, dos, tres, ¡hey!)

Sí, voy a Miami beach
Busco donde está el Ritz
Pero no encuentro nada
Sí, soy una 90's bitch
Adoro a Britney Spears
Ando desubicada

No encontramos las respuestas
Y nos vamos a países muy lejanos
A buscarlas, a entenderlas, a palparlas
Hoy soy rubia, ayer morena
Así pasamos la treintena, no te abrumes

Ponme piña, también mango
Me distraigo divagando entre discursos inconexos
Controlando mis excesos
Sólo busco ir por la vida alegremente
Haciendo versos sin complejos

En los sueños más profundos siempre hay perlas y diamantes
Que sostienen lo bonito y lo sagrado de la vida
Me he comprado cuatro libros de auto-ayuda en un outlet
Y si alguno me ayuda, ya os lo contaré

Sí, I'm coming with my son Nicolás, with my
Bueno, fiance, the mother of my fiance Cuca and my mother Maria

Sí, voy a Miami beach
Busco donde está el Ritz
Pero no encuentro nada
Sí, soy una 90's bitch

(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
Adoro a Britney Spears
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
Ando desubicada

(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
(I don't know, my son, I don't know)
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)
(¿Qué es Miami, mami?)

Miami Beach

When I get bored of life and its taste
I fall apart and can't express anything
When there's an emptiness that pricks my sternum
I can put myself in airplane mode and go to bed

But today I had a somewhat strange dream
I was singing songs in English

Welcome to the United States of America
Please remain seated until the plane has come to a complete stop and the lights are off
Remember your luggage is in the resisreching and richicorin
Have a nice flight!

Yes, I'm going to Miami beach
I'm looking for where the Ritz is
But I can't find anything
Yes, I'm a 90's bitch
I adore Britney Spears
I'm feeling out of place

When you thought you had control
Your heart breaks and the drama begins (oh, my God!)
When there are so many things distracting my inspiration
I write four silly rhymes half-heartedly

But today I had a somewhat strange dream
Everyone speaking Spanglish, no English

(One, two, three, hey!)

Yes, I'm going to Miami beach
I'm looking for where the Ritz is
But I can't find anything
Yes, I'm a 90's bitch
I adore Britney Spears
I'm feeling out of place

We don't find the answers
And we go to very distant countries
To search for them, to understand them, to feel them
Today I'm blonde, yesterday brunette
That's how we spend our thirties, don't be overwhelmed

Give me pineapple, also mango
I get distracted rambling between disconnected speeches
Controlling my excesses
I just want to go through life happily
Writing verses without complexes

In the deepest dreams there are always pearls and diamonds
That hold the beauty and sacredness of life
I bought four self-help books at an outlet
And if any of them help me, I'll tell you

Yes, I'm coming with my son Nicolás, with my
Well, fiancé, the mother of my fiancé Cuca and my mother Maria

Yes, I'm going to Miami beach
I'm looking for where the Ritz is
But I can't find anything
Yes, I'm a 90's bitch

(What is Miami, mommy?)
I adore Britney Spears
(What is Miami, mommy?)
I'm feeling out of place

(What is Miami, mommy?)
(What is Miami, mommy?)
(What is Miami, mommy?)
(What is Miami, mommy?)
(What is Miami, mommy?)
(What is Miami, mommy?)
(What is Miami, mommy?)
(What is Miami, mommy?)
(I don't know, my son, I don't know)
(What is Miami, mommy?)
(What is Miami, mommy?)

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