Lately I'm walking around lost,
defeated by ghosts of the past
and new routines.
And in every street corner hides a thief
ready to rob my treasures, memories,
joys.
And ever since
I'm always late
for all my appointments.
And life seems like a party
to which nobody
has bothered to invite me.
For some time now
it's so so hard not to love you,
not to love you.
Lately I walk disturbed,
so go find shelter, because in this state,
I walk like a madman.
And I fall in love with engaged women,
full of embraces,
full of lies.
For some time now, something's missing from my self-esteem,
you left it some points
below Kafka's.
And life seems like a party
to which nobody
has bothered to invite me.
For some time now
it's so so so hard,
it's so hard not to love you.
Lately I'm planning to escape
to rebuild my life,
probably in Mars.
Surely there won't be anyone there determined to counsel me:
"Ismael, what's going on with you?
You don't study, you don't work".
And what could I do,
if lately I walk around lost,
if I need you.
For some time now
it's so so so hard,
it's so hard not to love you.
Better times have to come,
I'll make more mistakes, give less explanations,
write new songs
which will tell you how lately
sad sunrises are too frequent
ruining my finals,
repetitive, tiring,
miserable,
alone.
For some time now
it's so so so hard,
it's so hard not to love you.
