Mi Vida Entre Las Hormigas

They call me weird because I laugh at the wrong time
My laughter is just a lament that I can't contain
And in the most nervous hours of the night
With religious violence, the truth makes its way
They call me weird because I sow hope
With the harvest being fragile that I'll have to reap

They call me weird and even inspire a thousand fears
Beaten down but standing tall, I won't let myself be defeated
I'm not afraid of the whims of luck
The certainty of death or what I might lose
And the inconsistency of fame doesn't scare me
My life among the ants doesn't affect me one way or another

They call me weird because I have no memory
They consider forgetting and forgiveness dangerous
They call me weird always generously
In the most idiotic way and with excessive arrogance

They call me weird the oldest ashes
Of lives that fade away slowly without feeling
And those who have never been bold scream loudly
Those who put on serious faces and accuse me of living
I'm not afraid of the whims of luck
The certainty of death or what I might lose

And the inconsistency of fame doesn't scare me
My life among the ants doesn't affect me one way or another

I feel the horror, companion of vices
I'm depraved in an old-fashioned way and I don't want to compromise
What can I do if living is no longer a right
Let's at least admit that it's a natural fact
They call me weird because I observe insects
Such brutal metamorphosis doesn't let me rest

Always buzzing like a fatal wasp nest
Showing the whole world that life ends badly
I'm not afraid of the whims of luck
The certainty of death or what I might lose
And the inconsistency of fame doesn't scare me
My life among the ants doesn't end well

Everyone, everyone
Calls me weird
And the ants
Call me weird
I'm not afraid of the whims of luck
The certainty of luck or what I might lose
And the inconsistency of fame doesn't scare me
My life among the ants doesn't end well