Dama de La Guadaña

It's not my time yet
It's not my time yet
What is life but a breath of breeze
That fades so quickly
That you don't even get to feel it

Sometimes I act frivolous, but it's a lie
I pretend I don't feel or suffer
That it's better to be alone to not hold affection
That it's better to be alone, but it's not true
Maybe until death winks at us

It takes a loved one, we saw asleep
Only then do we understand the love we feel
And we cry for what we lost, only oblivion remains
It doesn't heal the wounds, but at least disinfects the senses

It's not possible to forget, you just make memories doze off
In a limbo of the brain you don't want to visit
Lady of the scythe, pale skull
Friend of the shovels, of the earth, of the tombstones
You always take the happiest in your funeral pomp

I write these verses at the end of September
With a heavy heart and not knowing what to do
Crying for a loved one who won't come back
The nights are cold, the leaves fall, and it doesn't stop raining
I think that no matter how much I express myself, they can't understand me
I'm going to write the most sincere verses ever made
Imprison myself in their kisses in that fern

Of laurels and rosemary, of jealousy, desires
That now lie shattered
Imprison myself in only what I want
That the wind doesn't take it, time decides that
Now that I understand how fragile life is
Life of feelings, of comings and goings for a single journey

We are born and die and only silence remains
If I think about it, I suffocate as in a bad dream
When you're little you're afraid of what's outside
Now I feel the same but I see a skull
Smiling from the abyss, saying: Wait

It's not your turn yet
Another would jump and escape from this world
But I saw it too deep
I prefer to see the day dawn listening to Compay Segundo
With those who take care of me and I
Take care, because it's fair, because it's fair

For my family, just give me another second, another breath of this life
Another beat to revive
This heart asleep in living flesh
I dodge her, don't follow me
What you said is a lie
Don't come near, don't touch me, don't tell me

What is my time and when I expire
We are just spores that will one day merge with the flora
Everything is more beautiful if it lingers along the way
And it's still not my time
We are just spores that will one day merge with the flora
Everything is more beautiful if it lingers along the way
And it's still not my time

The needles devour, the needles devour
There because of me, there because of me
We are just spores that will one day merge with the flora
And everything is more beautiful if it lingers along the way
We will meet again
Yes, Lady of the scythe