I know that I don't have the strenght you have
If I find myself happy, I almost always require a 'maybe'1
She lives near a volcano
And my suburban heart waits for bigger riches
I follow the Mayan Calendar
I am descendant of the Aztecs
Today we will have exams
But, at the end of the class
I think we will play soccer
I like when I'm happy
I like when you smile at me
I'm away, away
I'm in another station2
Don't tell me the way how I must be
I like the way how I am
Who insists on judging others
Has always something to hide
Your body feeds my spirit
Your spirit feeds my mind
Your mind chills my body out
Your body accepts mine like a brother
Away away, I'm in another station
Everybody makes too many promises
It's such a latin spell
This laziness is a spell
But it's fine
You'll come back on Tuesday
You're fire and ice at the same time
And it's gonna be good
from the Ecuador, Venezuela, Uruguay
We'll have the entire weekend just for us
Come with me
Don't be afraid
There's a lot of people
who thinks the same
I'm away, away
In another station
I'm away, away
In another station
1. Maybe: as if you wondered 'am I happy?', and your lousy subconscious said 'maybe?', so the doubt about if he is indeed happy is always in the air.2. Not defined what kind of station he is talking about, whether it's a radion station or a train station. I think it's a train station though.