Monologo con Ron

Smiles in front, pressures from behind
You resist in life without thinking where you're going
Thinking these words in the night of a bar
I found a friend, I started to practice:
And what do you think, brother of the unreal night
Is life a mulatto that traps you endlessly
So speak soon, tell me, what do you see?
I don't know if I look at the world the right way up or upside down
My song couldn't answer
Pats on the heart
And you go for a walk around
While I go to sleep

If I give sorrow to sadness for the life I lead
Although sometimes I laugh a lot like a madman when I drink
If they think that because I sing I'm happy just like that
They are wrong, I told my friend in that bar
When I spoke, my throat dried up
I had no choice but to have another rum
That night helps me to get more confused
My friend of 7 years imported from Havana

As my cousin used to say, the night is an animal
If you look at it face to face, it can be scary
But how much fun we have in the nights out there
We are in the jungle of the irrational night

This is what I talked about with my friend who lazily watched
The girls in the bars drinking a beer
I argued, blasphemed, criticized with passion
I looked at him and asked but he didn't answer me