I'm that "Happy Sad one"
who placed love in your hands
and to whom you paid with sorrows...
My forgetfulness is at half speed
and when I'm remembering you
I start to get intoxicated...
You think I'm going to beg to you,
I only want to forget you
drinking as many cans as I can ...
I'm that "Happy Sad one"
on the street with music
I get rid of sadness,
you know it serve me well,
but your eyes by force
will have to look at me.
And even if you are dying for it
you have nothing to do with me.
I'm a lucky guy
and you a chick whatever.
Where I cry for you, comfort is given to me,
booze and chicks are plentiful...
( Here goes my chap May Echevarría,
pure Calibre 50, guy, wow!)
My forgetfulness is at half speed
and when I'm remembering you
I start to get intoxicated...
I'm that "Happy Sad one"
on the street with music
I get rid of sadness,
you know it serve me well,
but your eyes by force
will have to look at me.
And even if you are dying for it
you have nothing to do with me.
I'm a lucky guy
and you a chick whatever.
Where I cry for you, comfort is given to me,
booze and chicks are plentiful...