5to Piso (en Inglés) Lyrics - Ricardo Arjona

Sky above, below ground 

wheat bread neon light 

I live here, fifth floor 

I fail to smile. 

And TV is a revolver 

and the neighbor is a cannibal like me 

and there are so many people on the street 

concealed bitterness 

There are so many Monday that Friday 

are arming unions. 

To go to fortune 

you sell new gods 

to meet the tenderness 

there are those who demand a pill 

so this September and January 

and this smile so Llorona. 

Both heaven, so much light 

Who observes me from there? 

many rivers, so thirsty 

in such a hurry to come. 

And football on Sundays 

and the cafe that opened some eyes that see no 

and there is so much space in space 

and there is so much doubt in schools 

mercenaries to Congress 

another was ambushed and strategist. 

To go to fortune 

you sell new gods 

to meet the tenderness 

there are those who demand a pill 

this September as in January 

and this smile so Llorona. 

Sky above, below ground 

wheat bread neon light ...