Tristemente Feliz

I feel like a child
Who doesn't know what he's doing here
And only lives because he was born that way, grew up
And so trapped in arms
Unconsciously trapped
Entangled in arms
That consent but feel nothing

God didn't warn that Adam is also like the ground
Innocently open only that he didn't want to
Wondering if the rain is a gardener with faith
That the world flourishes as it once did

Peace is desired, but it doesn't really exist
Emotional balance is only tasted by the dead
Perhaps tranquility is only found in tombstones
If the word always ends with the letter 'e' how sad
And that sadness is reflected in tears
That an 'always' ends when it starts between the sheets
And nothing more than that, I think as I walk
In the meantime, I get depressed
Oh God is caressing me, I don't know
I ask for something that can't be seen
That if I ever had a grain of faith, it would return it to me
We have to be realistic
There's no eye transplant
For a different point of view

Everything that is born dies
Machines work with blows
And some humans grow
I wonder if there's a last rose in this swamp
Heart that slowly destroys
Before coming into the world, I didn't have a catalog
For the choice of what is called life
When I felt cold and shivers, you hugged me
But in the end, the shivers were lies

But I am sadly happy
Because if I leave today, I take the best of me
Apart from that, I met you
I lived my diary, I lived my diary