Bitter kind
Tell that poor thing to open his eyes
Tell him to open the door to his house
Tell him the sun is shining outside
And the stars spark brightly almost every night
Tell him some flowers already have grown
Tell him the ice broke this afternoon
Tell him fishermen are out there to catch
Tell him there are lovers so hungry to match
Ask that poor thing if he is alright
Ask him why he is so eager to fight
Ask him how many years that have gone
And ask him why he hasn't moved on
Warned that poor thing about who's gonna pay
Mourning about the danger in his ugly way
And tell him that some smokes are too good to ignore
Tell him there are some flavours you could be born for
Ask him why yelling don't reach his mind
Tell him there's no mercy for the bitter kind
Amargo tipo
Dile a ese pobre tipo que abra los ojos
Dile que abra la puerta de su casa
Dile que el sol brilla afuera
Y las estrellas brillan intensamente casi todas las noches
Dile que algunas flores ya han crecido
Dile que el hielo se rompió esta tarde
Dile que los pescadores están ahí afuera para atrapar
Dile que hay amantes tan hambrientos por coincidir
Pregúntale a ese pobre tipo si está bien
Pregúntale por qué está tan ansioso por pelear
Pregúntale cuántos años han pasado
Y pregúntale por qué no ha seguido adelante
Adviértele a ese pobre tipo sobre quién va a pagar
Lamentando sobre el peligro a su manera fea
Y dile que algunos humos son demasiado buenos para ignorar
Dile que hay algunos sabores por los que podrías nacer
Pregúntale por qué los gritos no llegan a su mente
Dile que no hay piedad para el amargo tipo