Vicios - Viva Belgrado

Tengo preguntas porque no tengo respuestas

Si es tan obvio ¿por qué es tan difícil de entender?

Déjame repetir siempre los mismos errores

Exhibicionismo emocional como carrera

Y si mantengo algunos vicios es porque ellos me mantienen vivo

Porque ya nada me interesa, nada me impresiona

Ya no encuentro droga que pueda salvarme

Porque no es lo mismo si no las tomas conmigo

Si supiéramos cuidarnos un poco mejor

Cómo agarrar la poca luz que queda en mí

Si ya nada me interesa y hago daño a quien más necesito

¿No era que había un podio reluciente para el ganador?

Y si mantengo algunos vicios es porque ellos me mantienen vivo

Convivo como puedo con mis contradicciones

¿Quién se permite la sinceridad sin un motivo?

La pena es pena, la cante quien la cante

El amor es amor, aún viniendo de un cabrón

Yo soy un tipo solitario, ¿qué quieres que cante?

Siempre chupeteando un sueño que no está a mi alcance

Auscultando los recuerdos por si encuentro algún latido

Siempre confundiendo risa con aullido porque

¿Quién se permite la sinceridad sin un motivo?

Vices

I have questions because I have no answers

If it’s so obvious why is it so hard to understand?

Let me always repeat the same mistakes

Emotional exhibitionism as a career

And if I keep some vices, it’s because they keep me alive

Because nothing interests me anymore, nothing impresses me

I no longer find drugs that save me

Because it’s not the same if you don’t do them with me

If only we knew how to take care of ourselves a little better

How can I grab the little light that’s left in me

If nothing interests me anymore and I hurt who I need most

Wasn’t there supposed to be a shiny podium for the winner?

And if I keep some vices, it’s because they keep me alive

I live as I can with my contradictions

Who allows himself sincerity without a reason?

Grief is grief, whoever sings about it

Love is love, even coming from a bastard

I’m a lonely guy, what do you want me to sing?

Always sucking a dream that is not within my reach

Auscultating memories in case I find a beat

Always confusing laughter with howl because

Who allows himself sincerity without a reason?

I have questions because I have no answers

If it's so obvious, why is it so hard to understand?

Let me always repeat the same mistakes

Emotional exhibitionism as a career

And if I keep some vices it's because they keep me alive

Because nothing interests me anymore, nothing impresses me

I no longer find drugs that can save me

Because it is not the same if you do not take them with me

If we knew how to take care of ourselves a little better

How to grab the little light that's left in me

If nothing interests me anymore and I hurt who I need the most

Wasn't there a shiny podium for the winner?

And if I keep some vices it's because they keep me alive

I live as I can with my contradictions

Who allows himself honesty without a reason?

The pain is pain, whoever sings it

Love is love, even coming from a bastard

I'm a lonely guy, what do you want me to sing?

Always sucking on a dream that is not within my reach

Auscultating the memories in case I find a heartbeat

Always confusing laugh with howl because

Who allows himself honesty without a reason?

vices

I have questions because I have no answers

If it's so obvious why is it so hard to understand?

Let me always repeat the same mistakes

Emotional exhibitionism as a career

And if I keep some vices, it's because they keep me alive

Because nothing interests me anymore, nothing impresses me

I no longer find drugs that save me

Because it's not the same if you don't do them with me

If only we knew how to take care of ourselves a little better

How can I grab the little light that's left in me

If nothing interests me anymore and I hurt who I need most

Wasn't there supposed to be a shiny podium for the winner?

And if I keep some vices, it's because they keep me alive

I live as I can with my contradictions

Who allows himself sincerity without a reason?

Grief is grief, whoever sings about it

Love is love, even coming from a bastard

I'm a lonely guy, what do you want me to sing?

Always sucking a dream that is not within my reach

Auscultating memories in case I find a beat

Always confusing laughter with howl because

Who allows himself sincerity without a reason?