I know that uno is spelled without H, that's what people do,
although I have days where I feel like the huno like Atila, 1
when the night dazzles me and makes me go off the rails,
I'm the last at the queue again.
And my mood oscilates like a swing,
I go from being a hurricane to a zen master,
sometimes a volcano with the power of Superman,
and then you see it... I'm Clark Kent.
I see the future and I see myself as the king of the empire,
until I read what my grave at the graveyard says,
really, if I'm electric like an eel,
my battery expires and I run out of amps.
I may be at the top, without anything above me,
and with my dear self-esteem on top,
just to plummet from that flooring,
and explode like the bomb that wiped out Hiroshima.
And I get worse like the weather, I change a coat for a blouse,
and I take the jumpy descent on the roller coaster,
I may be perfect with no excuses,
I'm the opposite of straight like the hypothenuse.
I go down and up,
I stop and keep going,
I wake up,
bip- bip- bip- bipolar.
I go up and down,
I keep going and stop,
and then I sink,
bip- bip- bip- bipolar.
So, don't trust me,
I have more taboos than Indians and Pakistanis,
I can put the dots on the I's,
and then die by skiing without skies.
That's how false my thoughts are,
he who laughs last, laughs slower,
I lie, if I look kind and gentle,
I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness.
Some days I'm upside-down and go uncontrollably,
to hell by lift instead of a stairway to heaven,
neither Rober Plant nor Bugs Bunny's luck can save me,
I dress like Gandhi and think like Armani.
But my lacks don't give me any complex,
the effect of my sorrows is like bullets that afflict me,
I see them as faint marks,
and instead of scars, they look more like sores to me.
I go down and up,
I stop and keep going,
I wake up,
bip- bip- bip- bipolar.
I go up and down,
I keep going and stop,
and then I sink,
bip- bip- bip- bipolar.
Down, like an underground boxer,
who never got past the first round,
but got to right the ship,
and strong as a boa, he feels like he has won more fights than Rocky Balboa,
(no way)...
Sometimes I feel like a white knight, I confess,
other times, not so handsome, a frog begging for a kiss,
how so? a cocktail of oil and water,
I seem to be led by Buñuel or Kurosawa.
Sometimes I answer what I feel,
but right away I regret those feelings,
and that's when my answers pile up,
and float in the wind like Dylan's.
My days march and shoot my soul dead,
some peaceful days and some that just want a gun,
and my cool disarms like a .zip file,
and my alarm starts beeping: beep! beep! beep!
I go down and up,
I stop and keep going,
I wake up,
Bip- bip- bip- bipolar.
[Ignore that]
I go up and down,
I keep going and stop,
and then I sink,
bip- bip- bip- bipolar.
1. This part is based on a pun in Spanish using the homophone words Uno (one) and Huno (hune). Spanish H's are silent.