It’s not the same

You’re so many people that, tell me:

who do I talk to now?

Don’t you see you’re not like the others?

You’re the “stay with me, I promise to give you torment,

give you bad moments” type.

I promise, if you’re listening baby,

to give you art, which is not the same as “stay and we’ll see”

“stay and we’ll see”.

Being and being somewhere are not the same.

Being somewhere and staying are not the same, no.

Staying and stopping are also not the same.

Could it be that neither of us are, are here

or are planning to stay;

Conforming and fighting are not the same

They’re different

Art is not the same as feeding up

being just is not the same as just being, you’ll see

It’s not the same to have you than to have someone else, hear me

hope you know that there are people trying to confuse us

but we have a heart that is not the same

we feel it; it’s different

 

True, maybe I had it coming

Well, I won’t sell you my voice any way

Door, and what they think of us

Read my lips: I’m not for sale

True, maybe we had it coming

Well, we won’t sell our voice any way

Door, and what they think of us

Read my lips: I could give a f…!

Door and air, I’m suffocating

it’s not about which side you want to be on

Being on a side and setting yourself aside, you see

I’m not sure how to tell you: it’s not the same

living is the most dangerous thing about life

let them broadcast on TV

that there is a heart loose

that is not the same,

it’s dangerous, it’s different.

It’s not the same vast than enough

to say, to comment, to impose and command are not the same

the black lists, the white hands… you see

are not the same.

The one who wants the most does not win

Not sure if you get me

today nobody wants to be the same

what do you care

it’s not an “ism”… it’s different

True, maybe I had it coming

Well, I won’t sell you my voice any way

Door, and what they think of us

Read my lips: I’m not for sale

True, maybe we had it coming

Well, we won’t sell our voice any way

Door, and what they think of us

Read my lips: I don’t give a f…!

I have rubs for every pain

Remedies for any kind of mistake

and also recipes for disillusion.

Original title written and performed by Alejandro Sanz – NO ES LO MISMO

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