El polvo de los días raros English translation

The roof of my mouth is falling asleep
The world of yesterday no longer belongs to me
I think I hate the city and I'm losing weight

I am balancing, although the anguish grows
I'm suffering 24/7
I can't find it, there is never a counterweight

We have entered circular mode, the ball is growing
Our fatal version ended on Tuesday the 13th

All this, in the end, is nothing personal.
Begging you for a simple hug
It becomes too hostile
Juanchito doesn't live here anymore, it's a strange summer
Suddenly, the city
It smells too much like you

A tiny signal, a clear movement
Project myself onto others
It becomes too hostile
Grief is often like this, an exact algorithm
Suddenly, the city
It smells too much like you

I'm several miles away from fitting it in
Fear still dominates
Suddenly, the city
It smells too much like you

I'm in a strange state of mourning
And I don't see myself in the market
Suddenly, the city
It smells too much like you

I've done somersaults around your neighborhood
And I have looked for you on the rooftops
Suddenly, the city
It smells too much like you

I have sometimes snorted madly
The dust of strange days
Suddenly, the city
It smells too much like you
It smells too much

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Suddenly, the city
It smells too much like you

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Suddenly, the city
It smells too much
It smells too much like you

It smells too much
It smells too much like you
It smells too much