Mediocre [English translation]

Are the leaves that I wrote yesterday.

The language that stays on your skin.

Was the ink with any intention to

Let you what I am.

And little by little

He won my leisure.

When I see you are no longer

And I was until the end.

And I thought so special

What naive, my clumsiness.

And I felt so essential

What naive, my shame.

You forget me,

for my part, what mediocre.

I love to hear you talk

What elegance make you feel bad.

I just want that you want today

Show you what I am.

And little by a little

He won my leisure.

You did not want anything else

And I was until the end

And I thought so special

What naive, my clumsiness.

And I felt so essential

What naive, my shame.

You forget me,

for my part, what mediocre.

• Artist:Ximena Sariñana