They want to agitate me, they incite me to scream
I'm like a rock, words don't touch me
Inside there's a volcano that will soon explode
I want to be calm
It's my situation, a desolation
I'm like a lament, Bolivian lament
That started one day and won't end
And my idiot heart will always shine
Babe, don't comb your hair in bed
Because the travelers will get delayed
And my idiot heart will always shine
Babe, don't comb your hair in bed
Because the travelers will get delayed