Disrespectful mobile drivers
Of the traffic in the city
Presidents of medium large cities
With the Libertas coat of arms
Protesters but the pretentious rich
Of work and dignity
I beg you I don't want you to suffer more
That I am not old enough
Ah, I am too old
To bring the crosses
Ah, I am too old
For quick intercourse without intimacy
Ah, I am too old
Touchy intellectuals
Or better yet, dickheads
Sons of radical art that have parties on the terrace
Deserters of respect in the night
That interrupt my dreams in half
I beg you to let me sleep
Because I'm not old enough
Ah, I am too old
To raise my voice
Ah, I am too old
For a quick meal Ah, I am too old
Ah, I am too old
I am tied of explaining to you and waiting
Any news
Of lending patience and my life
To our world that turns but does not go
I am a part of a different time
And I am old for your age
I beg you to let me die (No!)
While you grow old with your perplexity
Ah, I am too old
To shout come on!
Ah, I am too old
To use the iPhone
Ah, I am too old
And I ask myself of me that will never remain
Now that I am too old
Ah, I am too old
I am too
Ah, I am too old
I, ah, ah....