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Description
There are times when everything seems normal - the coffee is good, the sky is blue, even the cat isn't acting up. But inside, there's still a nagging "but." It's as if life forgot to issue instructions, and you have to relearn every day not to be dramatic. Although, honestly, it's not going well. Because the habit of clinging to the past is like an old sweater: it's itchy, but you hate to throw it away. And here we go again with this swinging mode: sometimes an inspired philosopher, sometimes a self-pitying whiner tired of himself. Somewhere between these roles, stability is hiding, but it's clearly not in the mood. It seems I don't want happiness as much as peace. Although who are we kidding? It's boring without drama.
Lyrics and translation
Original
¿Por qué a veces siento tanto y a veces tan poco?
¿Quién juntará los pedazos del corazón roto?
La inestabilidad es estable en mi vida, un engranaje más, parte de mi rutina que asfixia.
Nada estaba mal, pero algo me asfixia.
Me clava los dientes la melancolía.
Una parte de mí juro que no te olvida.
Y es que estoy enganchada al drama, aunque vaya bien.
Cuando no hay motivos para recaer, siempre atándome a lo caducado.
El cielo azul y sobre mí nublado.
Estoy enganchada al drama, no sé bien por qué.
Vivo acostumbrada a tanto vaivén.
Voy reviviendo traumas del pasado con cada error que me va saturando más y más y más.
Se hace más duro cada vez.
Creo que no me merezco todo este estrés por ninguna estupidez.
Tengo que aprender que no siempre es como quieres, que el amor tiene más formas de las que puedo entender.
Y es que estoy enganchado al drama, aunque vaya bien.
Cuando no hay motivos para recaer, siempre atándome a lo caducado.
El cielo azul y sobre mí nublado.
Estoy enganchada al drama, no sé bien por qué.
Vivo acostumbrada a tanto vaivén.
Voy reviviendo traumas del pasado con cada error que me va saturando más y más y más.
English translation
Why do I sometimes feel so much and sometimes so little?
Who will put together the pieces of the broken heart?
Instability is stable in my life, one more cog, part of my suffocating routine.
Nothing was wrong, but something was choking me.
Melancholy sinks its teeth into me.
A part of me swears that he doesn't forget you.
And I'm hooked on the drama, even if it's going well.
When there are no reasons to relapse, always tying myself to what has expired.
The sky is blue and cloudy above me.
I'm hooked on the drama, I don't know why.
I'm used to so much back and forth.
I am reliving past traumas with each mistake that saturates me more and more and more.
It gets harder every time.
I don't think I deserve all this stress over something stupid.
I have to learn that it is not always the way you want, that love has more forms than I can understand.
And I'm hooked on the drama, even if it's going well.
When there are no reasons to relapse, always tying myself to what has expired.
The sky is blue and cloudy above me.
I'm hooked on the drama, I don't know why.
I'm used to so much back and forth.
I am reliving past traumas with each mistake that saturates me more and more and more.