De Mi Muerte

Today I went to bed drunk
Turning the ceiling I saw like a clock by a thousand accelerated
I had one of those dreams where you know you're in a tied dream
I opened my eyes and saw a child similar to me sitting

And I, who am not superstitious, knew it was another vile work of art from the subconscious
Knowing I was dreaming, I asked the one present there
Tell me, who the hell are you?

And even though he was just a child, in his eyes I could see
That it was myself and I couldn't fear him
He said, brother sleep
And upon waking up, I was on a conscious couch and

I noticed that next to me was an old man sitting
He made me talk about things that had happened to me
I noticed he was a psychologist and that he listened to my monologue without seeming amazed and said, stop!

Stop complaining about nothing out there!
You have a mission down there and it's not completed!
And I saw his face when he shouted these last sentences
Noticing that it was, although already old, my own face!

He said, you must remember fully
What I will tell you because I will not repeat the following
It's about the secret of life
And every time you are born again, you will sing this to your people and he said

You must sing as if no one is listening to you
You must dance as if no one is watching you
You must love without fear of being betrayed
Although without giving priority to those who have not given you priority, of course

You must laugh if something embarrassing happens
Eventually everyone will forget the bad experience
You must close your eyes to a good smell
And enjoy slowly every good taste, yes

Happiness: Is not about having everything, but no longer desiring anything silly
It's obvious that you have to move forward and study more
Working is the way but avoiding the mud on the path

It's not worth taking revenge for something that's not worth it
Life is short and sorrow is long when it comes
Tell solutions, not problems
Propose things to do, not just criticize the flaws of the system, relax

I know that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
Don't forget your neighbor if your bread multiplies
Laugh in sadness, cry with joy
And don't forget that every day that passes shortens your life, hey

You can't be happy if you don't know what you want
Start being yourself and stop being who you are not, you deserve
Imitations abound, originals are scarce
And chances are like tides, they come and go

They pass by, they don't stop
Dare to love and stop crying for what you don't have
You should never let a comment complicate you
Because even by improving the world, someone will criticize you
And I said, stop

Make them wake up and I swear I'm going to sing all this in their faces
The old man accepted and snapped his fingers as he sighed
But to my surprise, I saw where I woke up

I was in a coffin surrounded by all my people
Crying for my corpse that I could look at smiling
It wasn't my subconscious
(It wasn't a dream, it was a truth)

And I went through my wake passing through the attendees
Except in this scene, I was always dreaming
It was my death
(It was me, it was me, it was me, it was me)

As I walked, I regretted leaving this bitter world
Without finishing the mission for which I am suffering
Which is about singing what was narrated
By the old man, the one who, when I die, will never be heard
And I said, stop!