Sync Different

ES:

no me busques más que estoy cansa'
ya no tengo tiempo pa' tus dramas de sofa
ya no tengo voz para dejarte algún mensaje
ya no tengo riego solo siento un desencaje

estoy desencaja'
no quiero morirme pero si ver el nirvana
soy la Tego Calderon de esta triste balada
el García Lorca y el Calderon de la barca

solo hace teatro
esto es un teatro
ya no siento na'
la catarsis se evapora en cuanto tu te vas
las horas se vuelven flojas metete cristal
por si se te pasa
sad girl aficiona'
por si se te pasa
mis conspiraciones son teorías a estudiar
ni si quiera estoy segura de si me vas a llamar
búscame a las doce en el parque de prosperidad
no se si son mis demonios o eres tu
o es lo mismo, que mas da
que mas da

tengo los bolsillos desgastaos
de tanto meter mano y no sacar taja', no sacar taja'
solo trozos de astillas que me hacen sangrar

siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete aros que me he comprao'
siete vírgenes he rezao'

siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete años de mala suerte
mi materialismo es mi muerte



EN:

don't look for me any more, I'm tired
I don't have time for your sofa dramas any more
I don't have a voice to leave you a message
I don't have irrigation anymore I just feel a disjoint

I'm disjointed
I don't want to die but I want to see the nirvana
I'm the Tego Calderon of this sad ballad
the Garcia Lorca and the Calderon de la barca

it' s just theater
this is a theater
I don't feel anything anymore
the catharsis evaporates as soon as you're gone
the hours become sluggish get in crystal
in case you get over it
sad girl amateur
just in case you get over it
my conspiracies are theories to be studied
I'm not even sure if you're gonna call me back
look for me at twelve o'clock in prosperity park
I don't know if it's my demons or you
or it's all the same, what difference does it make
what difference does it make

I've got my pockets worn out
from so much reaching in and not getting any slice out, not getting any slice out
just pieces of splinters that make me bleed

seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven hoops that I've bought
seven virgins I have prayed

seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven years of bad luck
my materialism is my death

Feeling the wild winds are waking, waking And all my best intentions thrown
I’m drifting closer to the edge
The silent cliff top suspense
Feeling the wild winds are waking, waking
I’m unsettled Unsettled
I can’t shake it off I’m unsettled Unsettled
I can’t shake it off
Pick up my ball of thoughts and throw it, throw it I’ll let the wind direct it’s path
Could hear that pin drop to the floor
And seconds later exploding
Pick up my ball of thoughts and throw it, throw it
I can see that winter is up ahead
And if I don’t get my head together
I’ll be blown away
I will be logged out, adrift, a castaway And if I don’t anchor down,
I will pass away
I can’t shake it off I can’t shake it off

I’ve got An inconsistency An imbalance And I need to Press return See what First drew me in And come back to The magnitude Take some time to Selectively meditate Every now And then I’ll call out my swollen soul Peace, calm, breathe Repeat what you said to me Still this down There’s power and potency Sounds turned off The noise in my head will flee Love console Feel that The love that I’ve been an advocate for Slipped a little while Through my sieve like hands Time to Consider all The wonders and miracles In the mystery, our history Given us I take my hand Off the revolving wheel It’s hard enough to loosen control When the pounding Herds inside collide through my mind, oh I take my hand Off the revolving wheel It’s hard enough to loosen control When the pounding Herds inside collide through my mind Leaving clouds of dust unsettled