Son Las Nueve

It's nine o'clock, I thought it was three
I still couldn't eat
Stopping the trembling wasn't a game
It was fire
And we'll have to pay the bill for the fire
But those marathons
Non-stop spitting out songs
Were good fishing and maybe
The pain will disappear
And someday we can repeat the dangerous
Loaded with dust weapon
That in the hand
Of a song craftsman
May be worth it
If the poison doesn't poison
It may be worth it, it's nine o'clock, I thought it was three
What's the difference?
The dream will come better, or the same
Fainting the tiredness of living
Yesterday if I decided I finished
At home I was a lion
Beyond the schedules
I broke some records
Several coronary times
But it was the songs
My reward
Songs of real pain
But just songs
Songs cut in half
But just songs
Songs of lost love
But just songs
Songs that confess everything
But songs for me, and others
But yes, others
End up shedding a tear or singing
It will be a prize
More valuable than money
I already have that
And sadness too.