Time puts everyone in their place, you in the attic.
I may never see the moment to throw you away for good.
Doubt always speaks for me; I’m indecision.
I had to remove you from my life; I felt in danger of infection.
Through the ramblas, a hundred thousand tourists from a cruise,
A tourism that makes one hate the whole world, oh no.
Up the street, and I’m going downhill, in the wrong direction,
Accepting that I’ve let you go and that someone will say: “Mistake.”
What do I know? Sometimes the one who loses wins something better.
No, no, no, whoever invented the phrase didn’t know you.
I don’t know; self-help, I don’t know if it will do me good or make it worse.
I want to get away from this contradiction, or not.
I settled down in a place.
Where could they be?
There are good people who pass through my life
Who lose against my freedom.
For once I find someone like that,
I have no forgiveness.
I urgently need my psychiatrist,
Constellation therapies.
What do I know? Sometimes the one who loses wins something better.
No, no, no, whoever invented the phrase didn’t know you.
I don’t know; self-help, I don’t know if it will do me good or make it worse.
I don’t know; self-help, I don’t know if it will do me good, contradiction.
People who have everything clear
Drive me crazy.
And those who say, “Live a healthy life,”
I swear they make me sick.
I’ve invented another way
To always leave myself halfway.
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah—take me to hell,
And if we hold hands, even better.
What do I know? Sometimes the one who loses wins something better.
No, no, no, whoever invented the phrase didn’t know you.
I don’t know; self-help, I don’t know if it will do me good or make it worse.
I don’t know; self-help, I don’t know if it will do me good, contradiction.
What do I know? Sometimes the one who loses wins something better.
No, no, no, whoever invented the phrase didn’t know you.
Swear to me that at least I won’t be on your blacklist,
Although I made you go through black times.
Virgin of doubt, whip me and do it hard,
Because the fear of commitment doesn’t go away.
What a fucking mess my contradiction is…
What a fucking mess my contradiction is…