Maquiavélico (en inglés)

Maquiavélico
If it wasn't for those times when
I commit the great... the barbarity of thinking about it
Or those other times when
I do the great... stupidity of not forgetting.
To meditate looking at the ceiling when you wake up
to imagine, anything....
If it wasn't for those times when I usually breathe.
I could swear I don't remember anything.

And the worst part is that I know you so well
that might remind you of who you are in case you forget.
And the worst part is, I know so much about you
who could teach intensive classes of your life.
That's why I almost know when you're thinking of me
That's why I think I know when you forget me.
And I know that like me, you wish you could, just blinking.
to put time behind us in our lives.
The only detail is that science has not been able to'not....
to create those little time machines
That's why I think we think it's a little bit fuc*** up.
back to the days when your body
It was turned into a river over mine
letting go of those slow orgasms....
To be noted, they were born at the same time
until a cigarette gave the date of death, oh.
[Chorus]
It's Machiavellian to meditate
alone where you lived all alone with her
Like a voice that tells you that the stars
a finger can't hide. No!

It's Machiavellian to meditate
alone where you lived all alone with her
Like a voice that tells you that the stars
a finger can't hide. No!
I write only sad verses
you turned me into some pathetic, pathetic person. I reread what you wrote
when we were happy, or more or less happy
and I felt like butterflies what I know today are worms
I'm in those times when drop by drop the mind is exhausted
days go by and you barely notice it.
The routine is relentless, the bad mood tucks you in
and you look like a nobody in any clothes.
But I swear I'm sick of it....
I'm gonna start running away from my room today.
I've had enough....
Today I just want to think of things that make me laugh.
Yes! Make me happy!
To stop looking gray and in clouds of peace to roll around
To uproot every unhappy memory
And now if they ask you, say I'm thinking about me.

And though there are plenty of rhymes of nostalgia left over that I should sing
Even if the weather turns gray, my forehead is going to be up.
Even if the weather refuses to wait for me....
I'll swim upstream even though I know that....
It's Machiavellian to meditate
alone where you lived all alone with her
Like a voice that tells you that the stars
a finger can't hide. No!
It's Machiavellian to meditate
alone where you lived all alone with her
Like a voice that tells you that the stars
a finger can't hide. No!
That's why it's so hard to say why we've reached this point....
How to determine why we are no longer here even if we love each other like this...
It could have been because of me.
It could have been because of you.
could have been anything....
It could even have been the flapping of a butterfly.
The fact is, we got lost forever....
The fact is, we got lost forever....
The fact is, we got lost forever....
The fact is, we got lost forever....
The fact is, our love came to its death.

It's Machiavellian to meditate
alone where you lived all alone with her
Like a voice that tells you that the stars
a finger can't hide. No!
It's Machiavellian to meditate
alone where you lived all alone with her
Like a voice that tells you that the stars
a finger can't hide. No!
It's Machiavellian to meditate
alone where you lived all alone with her
Like a voice that tells you that the stars
a finger can't hide. No!
It's Machiavellian to meditate
alone where you lived all alone with her
Like a voice that tells you that the stars
a finger can't hide. No!

Esta profunda canción de 'Canserbero', titulada 'Maquiavélico (en inglés)', explora emociones complejas y el proceso de reflexionar sobre una relación pasada. A lo largo de la letra, el artista reflexiona sobre los momentos de arrepentimiento, nostalgia y tristeza por una relación que ya no está presente...