El Gran Circo

Don't cry for me puppet, cardboard doll
You are the voice for the poet and the brush for the painter
There are those who don't see in my lyrics
Only the intention
And behind a mask are capable of selling God
I tell you that on earth they will only sow resentment

They say they talked about you, that you tamed the beasts
And now I see you die on any corner
Your body rests on the blanket that covers the contempt
The queen of emotions sold at a low price

I'm not an angel, I am death
Don't blame me when an innocent dies
Human beings have in their nature
To harm themselves, without remorse and without conscience

I come to take music, to the world of dreams
Where pirates don't rule
In the cities, in the towns
I come to give the last rites to the once greatest
Who agonizes by moments in the hands of an ignorant
Cursed be the running time
The winds that blow and their weathercocks
I come to bury you

Don't cry for me puppet, cardboard doll
You are the voice for the poet and the brush for the painter
There are those who don't see in my lyrics
Only the intention
And behind a mask are capable of selling God
I tell you that on earth they will only sow resentment

Don't cry dear music, even though
In my world there are only dead things
If you already lost your bread under your arm
I'll take you to a place where you are respected
There we have for example the tooth fairy
The illusions of a beloved January 6th
Thousands of souls of mistreated women
Who, due to alcohol or jealousy
Fell under the hand of a man
Who now drowns in the courage
Of a beggar

Don't cry friend music
I still remember when you woke up
The sensations of the lover
You filled souls with identity
And there was nothing more beautiful
Than singing to someone's ear
I want time to stop
Which has always been my punishment
That the hands of my little clock
Disappear from me forever
That in the whisper of your mouth it appears
I want to stay with you
Now that we are going slowly
Let's tell lies tralala (repeat)