And you ask me how I'm doing while I smoke marijuana I got out on the street, that man looked at me badly On my bed of emotions, four types of air in the area He blocked my suitcase, he came back from the Canary Islands And he asked me how I'm doing, three types of marijuana How much I love my city, but I don't want to leave it We've been through so much, but I don't have love anymore And I'm afraid to say the things I'd like to say to you Uh, we shot the oil Since we were kids, we've been looking for the good They told me, you're beautiful in things But I suffered for years without making noise I thought I was nobler And in your eyes I saw a bit of me I'm spent in the air like pollen Snowflakes, chit-chatting And you ask me how I'm doing while I smoke marijuana I got out on the street, that man looked at me badly On my bed of emotions, four types of air in the area He blocked my suitcase, he came back from the Canary Islands And he asked me how I'm doing, three types of marijuana How much I love my city, but I don't want to leave it We've been through so much, but I don't have love anymore And I'm afraid to say the things I'd like to say to you Life has honored me And I don't like to complain about nothing Lights are on, and there's moonlight on his face Moonlight I do the AK in my room, I'm a crawling boy I live on feelings like in the myths, we would have won Sun that shines in the face of the undecided, I live on words Like a gun to leave only to certain heroes Like the constellations, they are all for us They are to make us feel the things that make us small like never before And you ask me how I'm doing while I smoke marijuana I got out on the street, that man looked at me badly On my bed of emotions, four types of air in the area He blocked my suitcase, he came back from the Canary Islands And he asked me how I'm doing, three types of marijuana How much I love my city, but I don't want to leave it We've been through so much, but I don't have love anymore And I'm afraid to say the things I'd like to say to you And you ask me how I'm doing while I smoke marijuana I got out on the street, that man looked at me badly On my bed of emotions, four types of air in the area He blocked my suitcase, he came back from the Canary Islands And he asked me how I'm doing, three types of marijuana How much I love my city, but I don't want to leave it We've been through so much, but I don't have love anymore And I'm afraid to say the things I'd like to say to you