Calle de la llorería [English translation]

To the one who wants to play with fire but hates to get burned,

to the smoke-and-mirrors sellers that seek clarity,

to the one who gets in deeper waters and swallows water 'till he drowns,

to the silent one who wants others to argue,

to the cross-dressed equidistant that hits

with the "opposites attract" speech,

to the one beating around the bush, who aims to claim victory

but did from the bush blossom a dense wilderness?

To the one who lives in the past and the present explodes

it bursts on his face for navel-gazing,

to the one having a hard time as watching

that I treat you the same way

you got me to treat you,

Lucifer effect

which is just to be cruel

because so had they been to him before,

to the one who gets blood out of a stone

and sticks the stone up others' hole...

Run, there will be no seats otherwise

leave and close the door,

since so many folks left

it got smaller and there's no place to live...

A river...

You know where I'm going...

Somebody started to cry

but I ain't gonna tell you who I am.

Go cry in Cry Shop Street

(I already cried it, I already cried it)

Go cry in Cry Shop Street

(I already cried it, I already cried it)

sorry to be ironic

I'm sorry I laughed, laughed, laughed

but that sorrow wasn't mine

I already cried it, I already cried it.

To the indecisive one who stands by and waits,

'cause there are things that take

their time 'till time takes it all

and when there was nothing to lose

he regained lost time

and he complains about the lack of extra time,

to the dork ballsy one who wants

everyone to talk about him, even if it's shade,

to the offended one who roasts online the shit out of everyone

without regard, so no one can see his insecurities,

to the glory hound who's afraid to be forgotten

to the mouths that don't say a word but always ask for something,

to the roughest critics with the thinnest skin,

a sharp tongue but no ear that hears what they criticise

to the everlasting penitent for all the times he didn't want to stay,

who is all alone,

because now that he does want,

he doesn't have nobody to cry on.

Run, there will be no seats otherwise

leave and close the door,

since so many folks left

it got smaller and there's no place to live

A river...

You know where I'm going...

Somebody started to cry

but I ain't gonna tell you who I am.

Go cry in Cry Shop Street

(I already cried it, I already cried it)

Go cry in Cry Shop Street

(I already cried it, I already cried it)

sorry to be ironic,

I'm sorry I laughed, laughed, laughed

but that sorrow wasn't mine

I already cried it, I already cried it.