When I decide to change my attitude,
when there’s nothing that works out for me,
when I believe any mirage
I talk to myself and fall again.
When kisses tastes of true,
when what I want is to want to believe,
when I tarmac my tar eyes
that in heaven they don't give rental houses.
When I face my torments
always at the mercy of the wind
I wear and feel away.
I die in every regret;
It shows that I am giving free rein to my demons.
There are strong winds of storm,
since I do not live on air, I am giving free rein;
do not tell anyone.
For more than I invent
nobody believes my stories
and the accounts do not balance me.
You look for me and I can't find you
and if I don't look for you, you will find me.
When I want to stay a little longer
always with a question to ask;
when I crawl through the dark
And everyone leaves, I get off too.
When I'm out of place
when I don't feel like going back yet
it's so hard for me to stay the course
in this deep sea I want to lose myself.
My worst worries and fears
they turn off as it turns off tonight
to the beat of time
inside every regret
It shows that I am giving free rein to my demons.
There are strong winds of storm,
since I do not live on air, I am giving free rein;
do not tell anyone.
For more than I invent
nobody believes my stories
and the accounts do not balance me.
You look for me and I can't find you
and if I don't look for you, you will find me.
This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill,
It is not, this is Estopa!
For more than I invent
nobody believes my stories
and the accounts do not balance me.
You look for me and I can't find you
and if I don't look for you, you will find me.