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El Cuarteto de Nos - Razones (English Translation) Lyrics[Chorus]
I'm not easy, no
I'm not docile, no
I'm not cordial or sensible
I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no
I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy nor clear
I have no reason to be

[Verse 1]
Why would I be docile if an idiot came
To make a simple night difficult for me?
He thinks he's agile, but he's kind of a fossil
And ignoring him is useless, especially since I'm fragile
I know I'm weak and kind of volatile
And like a boxer, my fight is pointless
Let a fool come acting versatile
It leaves me motionless, like Dr. Jеkyll
Why would I be pliable if he spеaks so gracefully
That he's driving in his car, smoking a Dunhill?
And he had a couple of problems in Nashville
One was erectile, the other financial
His laptop doesn't work, to send an email
Play with Playmobil, read a facsimile
And my fertile mind questions so skillfully
That simile of life so improbable

[Chorus]
I'm not easy, no
I'm not docile, no
I'm not cordial or sensible
I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no
I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy or clear
I have no reason to be

[Verse 2]
Why would I be sober if everything is so murky?
I prefer to be drunk and out of balance
As the proverb goes, back in my suburb
"I lost my handlebars, but I don't chew glass"
The future is grim, and I'm all nerves
I look like a disturbance between a Bosnian and a Serbian
I say it boldly, but without bitterness
That everything is rubbish, without being arrogant
Why would I be calm? I’m not going step by step
And I always ask for pears from the elm tree
Sometimes I complain and I don’t hold back
If there’s a lump in my house, that would be the last straw
This part of the story, I don't film
And if there's one, I print it on a helmet’s head
This isn’t a promo, I’m already at the extreme
Praying like a lead, a saint to San Telmo

[Chorus]
I'm not easy, no
I'm not docile, no
I'm not cordial or sensible
I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no
I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy or clear
I have no reason to be

[Verse 3]
Why would I be clear if everything is so hard?
And even though I don’t cry anymore, sometimes I sigh
And like a lottery machine, it can be accurate
In such a mess, a twist can happen
Could this strange mood be temporary?
Because in a rush, nothing is permanent
And my days that were gold and sapphire
Are now a treasure going down the drain
I know I don’t want to stay in the dark
Or be sheltered by the future
Just like a vampire facing a vigilante
Or a jailer with unemployment insurance
And even though this crude game is impure
I don’t shoot nor retreat
I’m not a lamb to be killed with cyanide
I’m a warrior, and I still breathe

[Chorus]
I’m not easy, no
I’m not docile, no
I’m not cordial or sensible
I have no reason to be
I’m not calm, no
I’m not sober, no
I’m not happy or clear
I have no reason to be

[Outro]
Why would I be sober if everything is—?