歌词
[Verse 1]
The drawings I've made
I stay here and I look at them
None of them comes alive
This page is lazy
I'm in a hurry
And they told me that life is precious
I wear it on my neck head-on
My necklace has no pearls of wisdom
They gave me the colorful beads
For messed up girls with traumas
To unravel little by little with age
And yet I'm happy as a clam, look, zero dramas
I may change cities again
Because staying still makes me, makes me
[Refrain]
Bored
Bored
Bored
Bored
[Pre-Chorus]
I die without dying
In these used up days
I live without suffering
There's no bigger cross
All we can do is laugh
On these burnt up nights
A crown of thorns
Will be the dress-code for my party
[Chorus]
Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom, mhm
It's the cumbia of total boredom
Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom, oh, oh
It's the cumbia of total boredom
[Verse 2]
The people that see the evil in things
It makes you want to flee as soon as they start to speak
And I'd like to tell them that I'm fine, but then they glare at me
So I say that it's hard to live
Business, you talk about business
In the meantime, I close my eyes to sign contracts
Mhm, princess, he calls you "princess"
So stop washing the dishes now
[Pre-Chorus]
I die without dying
In these used up days
I live without suffering
There's no bigger cross
All we can do is laugh
On these burnt up nights
A crown of thorns
Will be the dress-code for my party
[Chorus]
Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom, mhm, oh
It's the cumbia of total boredom
Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom, huh
It's the cumbia of total boredom
[Bridge]
So you write songs?
Yes, love songs
And I don't want to bore you
But someone's got to sing them
Cumbia, I dance the cumbia
If I risk tripping, at least I'll stop the boredom
So I throw a party, throw a party
Because it's the only way to stop getting
To stop getting
To stop getting, ah
[Refrain]
Bored
Bored
Bored
Bored
[Refrain]
Bored
Bored
Bored
Bored
[Pre-Chorus]
I die because dying
Makes the days more human
I live because suffering
Leads to the greatest joys
All we can do is laugh
On these burnt up nights
A crown of thorns
Will be the dress-code for my party
[Chorus]
Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom, ah
It's the cumbia of total boredom
Ah, it's the cumbia of boredom, oh, ah
It's the cumbia of total boredom
[Outro]
Total
[end]
