Ayúdame Freud [English translation]

"Good afternoon doctor"

"Good afternoon please come in...

yes, on the sofa please

make yourself comfortable

lay down, yes

you'll think that you've been a caged bird

for all your life and today is about to open that door

that cage's door come on, trust me tell me what happens"

She lives with me in my subconscious

She is the owner of my past and my present

Her home is my lack of security

and her food my anxiety, Freud, Help Me!!

She steps on everyone of my steps

She drinks wine beside me and from the same glass

She's the perfect woman my mother built for me

And she's fucking up my psychology

Help me Freud!!

Could it be doctor that the straightjacket

is still holding up my sanity?

That my complexes cant tear it apart?

Or could it be that the woman my mother built for me

is of a much too great height?

Could it be doctor that I ask for too much or that I conform with too little??

That I'm sane or completely mad

Or could it be that life isn't anything but a bunch of cravings?

And the one who pays for the broken dishes

Is always her...

The real one

The one who cares for me

The one who warms me up on cold nights

The one who waits for me

The one who puts up with me

The enemy of the ghost inside my head

She was built for me so pure and intelligent

Good for cooking and very decent

So unreal that she'll only exist inside my mind

but I insist in comparing her with her

Freud, Help Me!!

If she uses a short skirt there will be a problem

For the girl in my head is of another league

If she has an idea

We'll have to see what she has to say

And it feels like shit, Freud, Help Me!!

Could it be doctor that the straightjacket

is still holding up my sanity?

That my complexes cant tear it apart?

Or could it be that the woman my mother built for me

is of a much too great height?

Could it be doctor that I ask for too much or that I conform with too little??

That I'm sane or completely mad

Or could it be that life isn't anything but a bunch of cravings?

And the one who pays for the broken dishes

It's always her

The real one

The one who cares for me

The one who warms me up on cold nights

The one who waits for me

The one who puts up with me

The enemy of the ghost inside my head...

Could it be doctor that this only happens to me

or does it happen to everyone?

And the doctor answered me: No one can be saved from this issue...

• Artist:Ricardo Arjona
• Album:Historias (1994)