Mas y mas

A normal life
cannot be carried.
What is the parameter of normality?
How you see me, I'm not well,
I've been without sleep for a while.
I try to calm down and you ask...
More and more and more and more,
and I bury myself again
in the same hell that
already smells familiar.
And it keeps surprising,
and death is knocking and I know it,
and my heart stiffens, very very stiff.

I will die singing,
I will be buried singing,
I will go to heaven singing,
or maybe to hell.
I am a wild horse,
that lives in freedom.
That knows no rules,
and goes very...
far, far, far, far,
that abandoned child remains
hard to understand today.
Also so easy to love.
Understand me if I say I am like this,
I love you my way baby.
(Yes, my baby!!!)

If I am like this what am I going to do,
if time will not come back,
if life made me this rock that I am.
For you it's very easy to talk,
about everything I do wrong.
You couldn't be in my shoes,
not for a second of your damn life.

I try to row,
you burn my candles.
And this becomes a back and forth.
That every day is worse,
that every day is a war,
that no one listens anymore and you talk...
And I fall, and I fall, and I fall and I fall,
in a situation where I want to kill you and that...
Someone give me tranquility,
so I don't end up so bad.
Or is it that you don't know what you want,
and I am guilty of your confusion...
(Oh what hell!!!)

If I am like this what am I going to do,
if time will not come back,
if life made me this rock that I am.
For you it's very easy to talk,
about everything I do wrong.
You couldn't be in my shoes,
not for a second of your damn life.