LEARN LYRICS

How many drawings I've made
I stay here and look at them
None come to life
This page is lazy
I'm in a hurry
And they told me that life is precious
I wear it proudly around my neck
Or: I wear it on my neck with my head held high
My necklace has no pearls of wisdom
They gave me the colored beads
Colorful beads are a sign of childish behaviour
For the messed up girls with traumas
To slowly untangle with age
Yet I'm calm, look, zero dramas
Or: Yet, I'm calm / happy like on Easter
Almost almost changing cities again
Because staying still makes me
It brings me
Lit: It comes to me
The boredom
The boredom
I die without dying
In these worn-out days
I live without suffering
There's no greater cross
Or: There is no greater burden
All that's left is to laugh
In these burnt nights
A crown of thorns
Will be the dress-code for my party
It's the cumbia of boredom
It's the cumbia of total boredom
Cumbia refers to a number of musical rhythms and folk dance traditions of Latin America, said to have come from funeral traditions, and often associated with painful occasions
It's the cumbia of boredom
It's the cumbia of total boredom
How many people see the evil in things
It makes you want to run away as they start talking
And I'd like to tell them that I'm fine but then they look at me badly
So I say that it's difficult to get by
Business, you talk about business
Meanwhile, I close my eyes to sign contracts
Princess, he calls you princess
So now stop washing the dishes
I die without dying
In these worn-out days
I live without suffering
There's no greater cross
All that's left is to laugh
In these burnt nights
A crown of thorns
Will be the dress-code for my party
It's the cumbia of boredom
It's the cumbia of total boredom
It's the cumbia of boredom
It's the cumbia of total boredom
So you write songs?
Yes, songs about love
And I don't want to bore you
But someone has to sing them
Cumbia, I dance cumbia
If I risk stumbling, at least I stop the boredom
So I have a party, I have a party
Because it's the only way to stop
The boredom
I die because dying
It makes the days more human
I live because to suffer
It makes the joy greater
All that's left is to laugh
In these burnt nights
A crown of thorns
Will be the dress-code for my party
It's the cumbia of boredom
It's the cumbia of total boredom
It's the cumbia of boredom
It's the cumbia of total boredom