Maradona Blues

I no longer exist without a past,
between darkness and light.
I know I exist somewhere else,
I missed the bus,
like in the Maradona blues.
An accident is not a sin,
and is it a sin to be like this?
But here I am on this side,
so let me out,
I just want to live your life.

What is the past in our life?
Why does that weight still linger here?
I have taken care of you,
but now it's heads or tails.
I didn't give you my fucking blues.
It's just a Maradona blues...

I understand you now, I did everything to be.
I don't know what to do with my light
and I have the Maradona blues.

I don't know what drug cheers you up more than me,
but this rain didn't pass...
I'm crying here for you.
Yes, gentlemen.