Bipolar [English translation]

I know that one goes without H, this is the style

Even though there are days where I feel like Atilla the hun.

When the night dazzles me and also derails me

I continue to be the last in line

And the swinging animates me like a swing

I go by being a hurricane to a Zen master

Sometimes a volcano with the power of Superman

And later I see that I am Clark Kent

I see the future and I think of myself as the king of the empire

Until I read my gravestone in the cemetery

Seriously, If I give up to the current like an eel

My battery expires and I am left without an amp

I can be on top with nothing on top

And well high is my estimated self-esteem

To fall from this stage

And explode like the bomb that erased Hiroshima off the map

And emperor like the climate, changes his coat for a blouse

And I hold on to the accelerated drop on the Russian mountain

I can be perfect without excuses

I am the opposite of straight a like hypotenuse

I go down and I go up

I stop and I continue

I get up

Bip bip bip bipolar

I go up and I go down

I continue and I stop

And I drown

Bip bip bip bipolar

Because of this do not trust me

I have more taboos than the hindus and pakistanis

Can I place the points about your feet?

Later remain deceased to ski without skis

This is how false my thoughts are

The one who laughs last thinks slower

I lie without seeming friendly and courteous

I am intouchable like Elliot Ness

There are days when I am the other way around and I go with grief to hell in an elevator instead of a stairway to Heaven

Robert Plant can't save me nor the luck of Bugs Bunny

I dress like Gandhi and I think like Armani

But my defects do give me a complex

The effect of shame are bullets that afflict me

I see them like marks in vague forms

And more than scars after they like sores

I go down and I go up

I stop and I continue

I get up

Bip bip bip bipolar

I go up and I go down

I continue and I stop

And I drown

Bip bip bip bipolar

Down, like a boxer underground

That never passes the first round

But he straightens la proa

And strong like a boa who wins more fights than Rocky Balboa

At times I feel like Prince Charming I will confess

Others not so beautiful, a toad begging for a kiss

¿And these? A cocktail of oil and water

It seems like it was directed by Buñuel or Kurosawa

At times I protest want I am feeling

But then I regret these feelings

Therefore it's when my answers pile up

and fly in the wind like those of Dylan

My days, go by and kill my soul

There are calm days and others in which I want a weapon

My calm disarms like an zip file

And it begins to sound my alarm bip bip bip

I go down and I go up

I stop and I continue

I get up

Bip bip bip bipolar

I go up and I go down

I continue and I stop

And I drown

Bip bip bip bipolar

• Artist:El Cuarteto de Nos
• Album:Bipolar (2009)