Ruleta Rusa

I'm like a little child
I break everything I touch
Most of my dreams have come true, but I died a little
Every time I achieve something
I feel a great disappointment
Because everything dreamed
Remains more perfect in the imagination

It's hard for me to ask for favors, I cry with photographs
I'm disgusted by the songs that
Perfectly could be mine
Before saying sorry, I fall into wordiness
I do things in time, to be exact
The last day

And before crying, I prefer to laugh
And leave your side, if I bother you
You'll see what you expected from me
I expect everything from you, except nothing

I have a thousand defects to correct, but
But who would I be if I didn't talk about it
I don't know how to act crazy to not feel
And love madly, without being a lunatic

If I told you
What's beneath this heartbeat, dressed up
Birds weaving nests, touched by the wing
Tigers playing with fire, to be like a Bengal
And a million bullets, dancing ballads
That, with two words, always say

Bang, bang

You've failed too much, your time is up
Deposit your gray matter in this bowl
And I look down again and can see my brains
And yet, I still think how to explain that

I tell them it doesn't matter
To make mistakes will always be a good time
Being a failure was the greatest success I had
No one is twenty-four hours one hundred percent correct
Because even being perfect is a flaw, in itself

And I've started over from scratch
Distrusting those who love me, not knowing well what I want
What do fire extinguishers know about playing with fire
I didn't come to correct mistakes, I came to make new ones

And in this revolver I put in order my vision of the future
Change my abdomen for a dolmen, then put my heartbeat inside
You're on the edge of a sidewalk
And I'm on the verge of saying that the best in the world
Was the chord, where I remembered you

My words are a gallows
I only uncover my face to see myself in the eyes of the one who seeks me
Someone must be saying 'he will never change'
I go on the straight path, he's the one that forks

And the phone is burning, but no one calls
I think I'm giving myself warnings
It's not a poker face, it's a face of why?
Everything I write breaks the heart

No matter how much I retouch the pages of this block
And look for a focus for every emotion
Reason tells me: hey, don't get it wrong
What you're singing is the same song
The one that says

Bang, bang

You've failed too much, your time is up
Deposit your gray matter in this bowl
And I look down again and can see my brains
And yet, I still think how to explain that

I tell them it doesn't matter
To make mistakes will always be a good time
Being a failure was the greatest success I had
No one is twenty-four hours one hundred percent correct
Because even being perfect is a flaw in itself