Las Musas

I can say after all the suffering
Entertaining muses with the heart
That I still don't know what drives that first beat
That demands I give them blood of song

And they always come without being invited
Taking over my right of admission
With a thousand tortures of dictated words
Releasing notes that don't find a tuning fork

Oh, oh, oh, the muses, the muses
Are quite a wonder, the muses
Of bad manners

Oh, oh, oh, the muses, the muses
They never answer me, the muses
Avoid the question

Oh, oh, oh, the muses, the muses
When I ask the muses
Where does a song come from, where does it go
Taking advantage of this calm parenthesis
I can affirm, already very close to extinction
That I don't know from which muse the soul is born
That takes shape in its song dress

And even if they don't exist, I know well that they do
And it's good, to not die, to flatter them
Because in a sad way they do voodoo if you don't dance with them
To the rhythm of their devilish inspiration