En Deuda

Before the moment expires
Of this bad feeling I must confess,
I practice wandering in idleness
That occupies my mind, my passion, my present,
The best of me.
My soul begins to groan like this

And, and in my mind it's stubborn, it can't focus,
I lose myself.
With my debt I continue, that being losing life
From my skin or leaving
At my funeral I find myself awake
Listening to everyone talk without being able to answer.
And death is dressed with my debt today
According to how I pay it, I will continue with my life.

I can't collect life, I remain in debt
And at night, dejected, I have lost my refuge
I am beside myself.
I imagine demons, this is just insomnia
No one can hear me
At my funeral I find myself awake
Listening to everyone talk without being able to answer.
And my soul is shouting at them: Here I am,
Soon they will be able to see me alive