Brújulas

I'm still lost and without compasses
On the paths of freedom
Feeding the moments
With whatever feeling it may be

I'm still hanging on to the jugular
Of a great vampire that to dream of him
Has led me, and the night
The night became my friend

I became friends with pain

To lose or win but never tie
All or nothing, white or black
I have turned into wind
Between heavens and hells

Almost without learning from the mistake
I make that old error again
The human being is more foolish
Than this innocent heart

I don't want to see anyone else
Cry for me
You must smile because I lived happily
It was always like that, and you know
That it was always like that

I became friends with pain