Mata Rutinas - Carajo

Cada dia se repite, igual como siempre

Animales de costumbre, vivos, sin saberlo

Dando vueltas en lo mismo, como rueda

La conciencia embalsamada no nos deja mover

Ni todas las ganas pueden desterrarla

Es que nuestra forma de ser ya se acostumbro

Sera cosa de cambiar para que se vaya

Desafiandola al hacer nunca nada igual

De que servira la espada

Si quien la sostiene es el cobarde

Si se nos termina el tiempo

Si se te acabara el tiempo

Que es lo primero que harias hoy?

Lo inmediato, lo que espera.

Hagamoslo

Esa misma situacion, como siempre

A la hora estipulada, como siempre

Lo desconocido asusta, como siempre

Mejor lo dejamos asi

De que servira la espada

Si quien la sostiene es el cobarde

Si se nos termina el tiempo

Si se te acabara el tiempo

Que es lo primero que harias hoy?

Every day is repeated, the same as always

Animals of habit, alive, without knowing it

Circling in the same, as a wheel

Embalmed conscience won't let us move

Not all the desire can banish it

It's that our way of being is already used to it

It will be a matter of changing for him to leave

Challenging her by never doing anything like it

What use would the sword

If the one who holds it is the coward

If we run out of time

If your time ran out

What is the first thing you would do today?

The immediate, what you expect.

let's do it

Same situation as usual.

At the stipulated time, as always

The unknown scares, as always

We better leave it that way

What use would the sword

If the one who holds it is the coward

If we run out of time

If your time ran out

What is the first thing you would do today?