Canción sin compasión

Perhaps you reject the question
Sincerity is better
not to carry the answers
that put you in a bad place
The city tells you what you feel
Would you be able to realize on your own?
You have to accept that you are not what you think
Where is your freedom?
The sancho seems like your friend
You know how to take good care of yourself
I can count the fingers on the hand
that I use to shoot
If I continue like this
I will have to turn around
and embrace your black heart
It's just a matter of sticking out your belly
It's just a matter of compassion
Without compassion I write all the time
I will leave it to buy bread
with the emotion of breathing the day
on a speck on the back seat
Don't let me drive what if not, I will get lost
I won't even count the map, it's so bad,
what is true I already knew how to get there