No Pueden Llamars Muertos

Those who die for life cannot be called dead.
I'm dead we say if we run out
But we don't even realize that we're still breathing
In front of the mirror we see ourselves we feel with our hands

And even some of us deny that we are still alive
Realize that life is not perfect
And if doors are closed to us, millions remain open.
Accept that what you see in the pose is what really bothers you
And not if the fires stink
I even wanted to die but living was my choice
How many die without discovering their reason for existing?
Now I wake up thinking about my future

And I thank God for giving me the gift of saying
And not tell God only when it's time to leave
And if life wants to leave me I'm going to chase it
Many times it is difficult for us to apologize.
We prefer to lay the dead on someone who is not to blame
And we believe that forgiveness comes with eternal rest
But a regret of conscience goes to hell with you
You play dead so you don't face what you fear
Those who faced fear are called heroes today.
Look in the mirror and ask who you are
That maybe you won't be able to do it tomorrow if you die
“I want to die,” said a beautiful girl.
With torn panties in an embarrassing situation

And what things that brat didn't think about?
It doesn't matter what you look like when you're in a grave.
Admirable is he who dies for his ideals
Respectable is that man who respects his peers.
Unforgettable feeling towards your family
Who left early and uncompleted their homes
Those who die for life cannot be called dead.
The exit is not death, death is farewell
I want smiles instead of tears on the day of my departure.
And may the mission of life be accomplished when I say goodbye