!qué Divertido!

It's fascinating to get close to madness,
listening to songs, that's the best culture.
When I sing to you, I’m lifted to the heights
I read in your eyes, that’s my literature.
How fun, whiskey runs through my veins
what a hangover, now it’s all problems.
I leave everything behind to sing to the stars
eternally embraced by a bottle.

Life and death are on the line
and the outcome is just a matter of luck.
Like a fool, I’m searching for the melody
that’s your blood, your lament, and your smile.
I’m the soldier who deserts the war
I feel trapped in a prison without bars (repeat).