And there's fire on the mountain While the tourists take selfies on the beach And the skies look apocalyptic now Maybe these strange colours will get them more reach And I'm just so tired of the way things are I'm too tired to do anything Maybe tomorrow I'll make a change But for now I'll do some bed preaching Hashtag first world problems All swimming in your pocket We're the easy jet generation But there ain't nothing easy about this is there? And we're all so uneasy in our comfortable little bubbles Algorithms tailored for our soul And we're all just a cigarette away From rolling the next one And I'm just so tired of the way things are I'm too tired to do anything Maybe tomorrow I'll make a change But for now I'll do some bed preaching Hashtag first world problems All swimming in your pocket We're the easy jet generation But there ain't nothing easy about this is there? Y esto es así, verde como el mar que lleva la sal Es natural, caerse en la mitad y volver a andar Por eso muchacha grita todo lo que sientes Deja en casa la bombilla que no brilla Hashtag first world problems All swimming in your pocket We're the easy jet generation But there ain't nothing easy about this is there? And there's fire on the mountain Oh those flames have swallowed home whole Maybe I'll pick up a bucket of water And throw away my telephone