El Ángel De La Guarda

The other night I talked to my guardian angel, he told me he was already free, that he couldn't pray anymore.

He asked me what the hell was wrong with me,
that I was throwing thoughts of fatal disillusionment.

Then he approached, grabbed me by the gaze,
spat in my face and sang non-stop:

I'm alone again, my owner has no master, I'm free from sin now, and I'm just another angel.
What a disappointment, how many dead are left
of those who are still alive and won't stop praying.

I withered away, rotted like a corpse,
like a poor soul in torment who was left without an angel.
Now I'm left, just a body and a mind
that without God or present faith keeps asking for forgiveness.

I'm alone again, my owner has no master, I'm free from sin now, and I'm just another angel.
What a disappointment, how many dead are left
of those who are still alive and won't stop praying.