De alguna manera, hoy me siento así. Sin atender a la letra ni hostias. Esta es la música que llevo dentro, hoy. Será la cuesta de enero, las cosas que quiero, las que no llegan, lo que me falta o la regla que está al caer. Será por las variables estúpidas. Los factores, las cuentas, los días. Tengo el puchero en pausa, esperando para explotar. Por eso me voy a dedicar al fieltro, esta noche. Y que me den mucho por culo, que mañana será otro día.

Hold your grandmother's Bible to your breast.
Gonna put it to the test.
You want it to be blessed.
And in your heart,
You know it to be true,
You know what you gotta do.
They all depend on you.
And you already know.
Yeah, you already know how this will end.

There is no escape,
From the slave-catchers' songs.
For all of the loved ones gone.
Forever's not so long.
And in your soul,
They poked a million holes.
But you never lettem show.
C'mon it's time to go.

And
You
Already know.
Yeah, you already know
How this will end.

Now you've seen his face.
And you know that there's a place,
In the sun,
For all that you've done,
For you and your children.
No longer shall you need.
You always wanted to believe,
Just ask and you'll receive,
Beyond your wildest dreams.

And
You
Already know.
Yeah, you already know
How this will end.

You already know (You already know)
You already know (you already know)
You already love will end.