I can't stop I have nothing, just a roller Maybe if I can get down I have it clear, I'm sure I'm going to get my hands dirty But what happens If you go down the street for a while just for a walk Now I spend my money on tourists My name on the street to pass Now my money doesn't cover the night I come back to paint again I've only worked my usual life And you've stopped enjoying You don't have fun anymore Something has started to annoy Boom, boom, and it turns around Boom, boom, and the pain of dying Boom, boom, you're so delicate Boom, boom, you're my cinnamon Boom, boom, you're my heart Boom, boom, you're my chamomile Boom, boom, gypsy Boom, boom, with the boom Boom, boom, with the boom Baby, I'm your Scooby-Doo She called me cute But who are you? I'm going to make that rhythm so beautiful So you remember this moment And it's that I sleep in all these mountains Among the trees and stones Without knowing what the battle was You don't fly, you don't dance And you want anyone Facing a sea of indecision Because I don't have balls To face my reality And to accept relationships I know you're going to hurt me But I don't have options either I know you're going to hurt me But I'm a sea of indecision Boom, boom, and it turns around Boom, boom, and the pain of dying Boom, boom, you're so delicate Boom, boom, you're my cinnamon Boom, boom, you're my heart Boom, boom, you're my chamomile Boom, boom, gypsy Boom, boom, with the boom Boom, boom, with the boom Baby, I'm all yours She told me that I want you I'm going to make that rhythm so beautiful So you remember this moment