Los Líos de Dolor Purpura

I carry millions of faults and that's also my fault
Nothing works out, the sky isn't blue after all
Sweetening my life with alcohol and lies
Because, anyway, then I chase the apology

Is living a disease? Would the cure be better?
It wouldn't be crazy to forget living at will
It would calm this anxiety only half of your friendship
Living is just a means, the end is the real end

But nothing is what it seems anymore
My senses show me that everything lacks sense
Writing no longer calms my anger
The flame of my vigor lies dormant in my ashtray

Time is very slow, I sit and contemplate
Fleeting stars clinging to the sky
Like my laments that long to be smiling
That nullify my smile with remorse

If I haven't left, it's because I love, but pain to me
The time I have left I will spend sleeping
Dying, fleeing, smiling
Cynically, so they don't see me suffer

Secrets, secrets like apathy, sprout from my pupils
Perhaps then my taste buds, stacking piles and piles
Of confessions, would sleep peacefully
Resting placidly in the lap of tequila

The mistake is to believe, yesterday I believed in pleasure
Today I believe in new ways to forget, not just drinking
Running to rescue me, mm, it could be
But if I'm alone in this, I just want to fall

God doesn't supervise, he's always in a hurry
I'm a victim of his whims, but I've screwed up my masses
I don't believe in him, but he doesn't believe in me either
Maybe he hates me, because I exist here, and he's just ashes

Can you love a poor boy (can you love a poor boy)
Who only knows the taste of tears?
Can you love a poor boy (can you love a poor boy)
Whose dreams would only turn to fears?

In the sky, there are rumors about why I'm sad
I'm not worried because the sky doesn't exist
Resist, they insist, they don't attend to my crises
After an analysis, being happy consists of a disguise

Being a faceless clown behind the laughter of others
Seeking to be infected by them, no matter what
After making them believe
One gets exhausted and dizzy, and that's why there's never peace

Fleeing from the usual fatigue
With sacrifices that ultimately leave the same, I'm my worst rival
My purpose is normal, not to be bad
If we're all original, well, no one is original

The loneliness of your moisture in the desert of my skin perishes
It's simple, you recognize my face, but you don't know me
I don't know what the hell you offer
You grow in oblivion, in my letters you fade

Every night I sleep only three hours, bitch
One eye closes while the other cries
Green little stars give faith to the blue prince
I would blush with you even for a simple coffee

Every night I sleep only three hours, bitch
One eye closes while the other cries
The outlook is bleak, a white one clarifies it
The celestial is absurd, my tears touch your face

A boy whose heart would sing out faithfully
With just your heart for company

Every night I sleep only three hours, bitch
One eye closes while the other cries
Green little stars give faith to the blue prince
I would blush with you even for a simple coffee

Every night I sleep only three hours, bitch
One eye closes while the other cries
The outlook is bleak, a white one clarifies it
The celestial is absurd, my tears touch your face

A boy whose heart would sing out faithfully
With just your heart for company

Could you settle for a walk in spring
A quiet day at home when it's raining
A love that grows and shows itself
And little things a poor boy can bring?

Can you love a poor boy like me?
(Can you love a poor boy?) Love me, love me, love me
Can you love a poor