Morat

English Translation | Antes De Los 30 – En Sueño Desde Madrid

Morat

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I woke up in a bad mood
Half drunk in a hotel room
Another spin around the sun
Doesn’t feel like it used to
It doesn’t make sense
I’m not the kid I used to be
But thirty doesn’t quite fit me
I’ve got a thousand things left to live
But I don’t want to grow up anymore
It doesn’t make sense

I know that memories don’t follow the law of gravity
That time passes and turns us into what we were
What terrifies me to realize is that life moves at full
Speed
It doesn’t make sense
The truth hurts me
How fast we grew up

Overthinking without meaning to
I hate getting so deep
But what hurts to lose is always made of glass
It doesn’t make sense

I know that memories don’t follow the law of gravity
That time passes and turns us into what we were
What terrifies me to realize is that life moves at full
Speed
It doesn’t make sense
The truth hurts me
How fast we grew up

Suddenly there’s no need to fear the alarm clock
You have to accept that the sun rises every day
And it’s not about existing
It’s about knowing how to live
And doing it better, although maybe

I know that memories don’t follow the law of gravity
That time passes and turns us into what we were
What terrifies me to realize is that life moves at full
Speed
It doesn’t make sense
The truth hurts me
How fast we grew up