Stupid, you, how're you going to be unique?
The shop windows of this city scream
They roar hysterical from their cages
If you step aside a millimeter
Stupid, you, how're you going to be unique?
I know what you write when you lock yourself in your room
Besides, I've caught you looking at me
The questions grow by the millions
For what doesn't let me be
I have looked for excuses
So that I wouldn't look at
I see that I'm not the only one
His words die on his lips
But sincerity is a boomerang
Come on, Merlí, what do we do?
Laugh, laugh, laugh, kid!
For what doesn't let me be
I have looked for excuses
So that I wouldn't look at
If it makes any sense it might be
For what doesn't let me be
I have looked for excuses
So that I wouldn't look at