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Psiquiatrico

Hoy me dieron libre en el psiquiátrico,
Camino piolita, invisible, sensible pero poco simpático.
Erro con tantos errores que paresco erratico
En el cerro de los cantos, de escritores y lunáticos.
Me encierro volando en modo automático,
Quiero irme volando en un globo aerostático.

Humo de cigarro pal asmatico
Y ese olor a hierba es solo un incienso aromatico
Fujimori, Anita Alvarado aqui son los asiaticos
El lol y la maria es la mania que amaria de los maniaticos
El mundo quieres cambiarlo y yo describirlo
Asi es como ha visto un vagabundo que no puede dejar algo sin sentirlo
Tal vez fue por los latigos en el atico
¿Quieres vivirlo? es amargo y cuatico
Tiro libre pega en el angulo saltan los fanaticos
Y todos muy armonicos, se sientan los catolicos
Se paran los mongolicos en un cuarto de acido
Y ahi estoy a veces todo me parece ironico, por eso soy sarcastico
Somos simios con el raciocinio de un alcoholico
Monos de plastico, mas limpios como algo tibio
Te hablo con el vomito que mastico en codigos de plastico
En sueños claustrofobicos, no se si sabes
Que nada es tan grave ni tan drastico
Lo logico es ilogico si las dudas te invaden
Lo logico es ilogico si las dudas te invaden

Hoy me dieron libre en el psiquiátrico,
Camino piolita, invisible, sensible pero poco simpático.
Erro con tantos errores que paresco erratico
En el cerro de los cantos, de escritores y lunáticos.

Psychiatric ward

Today they gave me a pass from the psych ward,
I'm walking down the street, invisible, sensitive but not very likeable.
I err with so many errors that I seem erratic
At the hill of the songs, of writers and lunatics.
I lock myself up flying in automatic mode,
I want to go away flying in a hot air balloon.

Cigarette smoke for the asthmatic
And that smell of weed is just an aromatic incense
Fujimori, Anita Alvarado here they are the Asians
The lol and the marijuana is the mania that I would love of the maniacs
The world wants to change it and I want to describe it
This is how a vagrant has seen who can't leave something without feeling it
Maybe it was because of the whips in the attic
Do you want to live it? it's bitter and chaotic
Free shot hits on the angle, the fanatics jump
And very harmoniously, the Catholics sit down
The Mongolians stand up in a room of acid
And there I am sometimes, everything seems ironic to me, that's why I'm sarcastic
We are simians with the reasoning of an alcoholic
Plastic monkeys, cleaner like something lukewarm
I talk to you with the vomit that I chew in plastic codes
In claustrophobic dreams, I don't know if you know
That nothing is so serious or so drastic
The logical is illogical if doubts invade you
The logical is illogical if doubts invade you

Today they gave me a pass from the psych ward,
I'm walking down the street, invisible, sensitive but not very likeable.
I err with so many errors that I seem erratic
At the hill of the songs, of writers and lunatics.