Zegma

Basta de letras calentonas de reggaetón, gemiditos y azotes de culos. Basta de ese ritmo de tribu atávica. Basta de tanto perreo.
"Shakirua, Sharirua" bobones.
Cuando yo era chiquilla (no hace mucho), mis papás oían a Billy Joel.
Oían los Grestest Hits, una y otra vez... por esta canción vale la pena perdonarle al viejo, alcóhólico y desencantado Billy, todo. Y conste que esta belleza no es una queja, es una petición, casi una rogativa.

If you search for tenderness
it isn't hard to find.
You can have the love you need to live.
But if you look for truthfulness
You might just as well be blind.
It always seems to be so hard to give.

Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue.
Honesty is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you.

I can always find someone
to say they sympathize.
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve.
But I don't want some pretty face
to tell me pretty lies.
All I want is someone to believe.

Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue.
Honesty is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you.

I can find a lover.
I can find a friend.
I can have security until the bitter end.
Anyone can comfort me
with promises again.
I know, I know.

When I'm deep inside of me
don't be too concerned.
I won't as for nothin' while I'm gone.
But when I want sincerity
tell me where else can I turn.
Because you're the one I depend upon.

Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue.
Honesty is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you.