Malherido

Escaping from my shadows I pretend to go rowing against
A current that kills me
It's an underground river that has been drowning me for years
It springs from a den of my soul

I carry this pain like a stigma
Like the cut of a wound that never heals
It's like a private hell where the calls of my
Heart that bursts into flames

I am a wandering spirit of those who come and go
And never stay
I am to myself a riddle
The spell of a charm stumbling among people

There are times when I feel wounded
Sadness descends upon me
My angel has fallen
There are times when I feel wounded
The struggle between good and evil
Has divided me again

I like to sing what is felt
I like to be a survivor
In a world inhabited by ghosts

I like to exhaust pleasures
I like wine and women
I like to lie down with the dawn
I will accept my fate with honor
When I want, I don't lack the courage
To take care of myself

It's just that sometimes I feel like a stranger
A pilgrim walking among people who don't resemble me, no!
There are times when I feel wounded
Sadness descends upon me
My angel has fallen

There are times when I feel wounded
The struggle between good and evil
Has divided me again
There are times when I laugh at myself
I know that joy and pain are voices of the same cry