Al Filo

Calm, living on the edge

Fighting with my demons, I'm going to propose to them
I pray to Guadalupe and San Antonio
A fight, twelve rounds with my inner self
I drink Irish, burn Morocco, smoke indoors
Burning outside, but cold inside
I don't even trust myself, I punish myself, I flagellate myself
I'm a masochist, always regretful
I'm calm, but I've always liked trouble (me)
Tell me who you are, I'll tell you what you lack
I've told myself so many times, I don't feel like seeing you anymore
Black cats visit me and it gets dark
I'm not superstitious, but today is Friday the 13th
I have many wounds to heal in life
Dead ends, everything bad I did was in secret
So much time I lost, I wasted my saliva
So much I cried, it was all for a girl
The heart doesn't beat, the room smells like chocolate
I'm going to do this until it kills me
The black soul kills, I don't expect it to betray
All that illusion went down the drain
I'm alive, but I feel like I'm dying
We had a thousand problems, but I never said a but
I feel devotion for you, like a devotee to the clergy
If I'm with you, I mistreat myself to be honest
I look in the mirror, I notice I'm getting old
I would kill the person in the reflection
I have a pain inside, but I don't complain
I've lost faith, I don't pray to any God anymore
Anxieties, depressions that I wrote in songs
I have thousands of defects, just like thousands of gifts
I can't erase mistakes, I don't expect you to forgive me
I feel like a prisoner of my own prisons
I touch you with my fingers, as if it were braille
Today we enjoy like it's the last dance
I swim in your sea, I dive and lack air
Life taught me not to trust anyone
I'm as straight as the pyramids of Cairo
The son we never had would have been named Jairo
I pay my own sentence, prisoner of my roots
I'm fine with you, but I feel like I'm falling
The child bathed in sweat, prisoner of pain
I've always liked the cold, I long for your warmth
You left with a slam, I remember the smell
The painting we made is gray, it lost its color
So many weekends thinking about my drama
They pierced my chest like blowpipes
I have my brothers trapped in the scale
I'm going to leave my lethargy like Gata Cattana
This is for my family (ah)
Verses from the Bible don't console me
How many nights on vigil (ah)
All those hours don't relieve my mother
When will the troops come to burn Europe?
They protest the system, but they don't even vote
The one above will give you what you deserve
In 'Goodfellas' I feel like Ray Liotta
In this life, we all have our days numbered
You fight against me or you're on my side
Cocaine is for selling, not for taking
The truth usually hurts, lies are taken by the sea
Love for Medellin, what's up, my buddy?
Love for Argentina and for all the slum dwellers
From January to January, looking for their money
They stir the pot, warrior heart
Nothing protects me, I fight like Che Guevara
I'd be joking if I didn't sing
Did you snitch? Your buddies ratted you out
That lie cost you dearly
It's impossible not to think that I miss you
It's best to separate even though we love each other
I feel strange, I don't see the lighthouse light
Your words pierce me as if they were shots