Mundo Imperfecto [English translation]

Why do I insist if he is the way he is

He has his head hanging on his feet

He lives in his world, in his conversation

I'm looking at the ceiling of the room

And he shows up when I don't expect him;

He doesn't tell me anything and I follow the game

Those are weird hours, a hallucination

A medicine for my heart

The one you see doesn't seem to be me

Because I can't have fun, love

The one you see doesn't seem to be me

Imperfect world

Why do I insist if it doesn't make sense

He arrives at my house and he falls asleep

Call the girls, it's time to go out

I grab my cellphone and I have to go

And he shows up when I don't expect him;

He doesn't tell me anything and I follow the game

Those are weird hours, a hallucination

A medicine for my heart

The one you see doesn't seem to be me

Because I can't have fun, love

The one you see doesn't seem to be me

Imperfect world

I feel too much, I think too little

You feel too little...