I could get lost in this uncertainty
Test out the evening sun
We could ask the crossing fishes what they think about politics
If our enemies are just paper tigers or if we should go to war
Well I don’t think we should
I could build my life around this field of wild flowers
This wild music and these wild people
Who weave in and out of my sight
Here is where we come to love
To understand their plight
And you look so beautiful when you sink your teeth into those strawberries with such conviction and intention only those yogis talk about
A few glasses of wine later and I can’t tell if I’m making more sense
But the people around me seem to agree
Maybe they’re just as disillusioned or maybe I have some truth in me.
We could lay out on the grassy knolls
If only for tonight
I don’t know a thing about tomorrow
Schedule is just paper
We are just paper
We go where the wind goes.
So rest your heavy eyelids, cariƱo
As we sing the songs everybody knows
In this out of tune way that screams with delicacy
And when the “tigres de papel” come to life
We will fight with all our might.
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