Il Phantasmo

Pensar y morir, a la vez saltar, reír,
sueño que te tengo pero vos nunca venís...
Suave primavera, sentados en el mal,
fumando yo te espero pero vos no existís.

Hey, now, whatcha say
to the people, to my friends
are you fucked inside
get away from my life
hey, now, whatcha say
to the people, to my friends
are you fucked inside
get away from my life
get away from my life
get away from my life
get away from my fucking life
Pensar y morir, a la vez saltar, reír,
sueño que te tengo pero vos no existís...
Suave primavera, tirados en el bar,
fumando yo te espero pero vos nunca venís.

Hey, now, whatcha say
to the people, to my friends
are you fucked inside
get away from my life
hey, now, whatcha say
to the people, to my friends
are you fucked inside
get away from my life
get away from my life
get away from my life
get away from my fucking life

Fin de semana, tirados en el bar,
no olvides la cerveza y el sapucay.