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
good one..