[Intro]
Basically, I was born in Bogota, the highest capital or one of the highest in the world and there was this slogan: "2600 meters closer to the stars"
My mother always used to make fun of me saying that because of this my head was always in the clouds
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Oh my God, Franci, I just woke up, I read your text and I was about to cry
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I'm not asking to make it better
Just don't take for granted this love
'Cause I'm fighting everyday to be the one

[Verse 1]
But I don't understand anything, I'm always a baby
With my head full and my eyes, my brother
Lent them to mе from China ten years beforе and ten years ago
That was it, that was it
I've got an aunt born in Angola who I met on a train
She said to me, wash your hands to save the whole world
Tidy up your room if you wanna do a revolution
If your heart is exploding, then put it into action
But I wanna go away from here, anywhere, but
Still I don't know where and I'm screaming for help
And I smile a bit for nothing, a voice says:
"Help yourself because the rest doesn't hear you"
My cousin has got a dark skin, she's so beautiful
It scary if you look at her, I'm always a little bit scared
Yes, I should get treatment, my friends
Already know it, my self-esteem just doesn't last
I wanna take a tricycle, go up to Milan
Whiz by bike like it's an airplane
Speed, you crash necessarily or by will
And everytime you lose a little bit of dignity
I met you while you were eating pizza in the morning
You asked me to marry you, you smelled a bit of nicotine
Had I had a daughter, she would have been nice
You seed you would have called her Argentina
But every love story is a failure
I hung maps of America in the apartment
But I end up on the ground or on the floor
If I'm not flying then what the fuck am I doing?
I've been hearing languages since I was born
But still I didn't understand it


[Chorus]
To communicate
La la la la bla bla bla
Never being able to make yourself understood
On the blasting music
How beautiful is it to breathe
To communicate
To be silent and to listen
To everything you would like to say to me


[Verse 2]
Yes, to communicate, not to travel
Mother there's a mess even on Saturday on the highway
I never went to the club to dance
Because you can't do anything else than making out
Or it's for crying a lot
And not be seen
Tears look beautiful
They look like glitter, they look like stars
Ask yourself in what language you wanna dream
When we broke up I went to record a love song
But I wanted to throw up
To throw up the whole sea, the whole sea
I don't wanna go to Ibiza anymore (it's overrated)

[Chorus]
To communicate
La la la la bla bla bla
Never being able to make yourself understood
On the blasting music
How beautiful is it to breathe
To communicate
To be silent and to listen
To everything you would like to say to me

[Outro]
That everything can be fixed
This is the only thing I wanna hear