Tema Del Hombre Solo

I just saw a stranger with a familiar face
now I get why the others look at me with disdain
it's me in the mirror
an odd creature

Someone said we’re born and die alone
I, who’ve been born several times, agree with that
the lonely man
only dreams of strangers
he doesn’t celebrate birthdays
he’s the first fighter in the first trench
he who dreamed of being eternal, now wishes
wishes what
now what
he just wishes

A little more
to keep it going a little more
to live it a little more
just give me a little more
so I can break free
so I can break free from this scene

Enough of the past, the future, and the present
future is death, past is people
and the present? what?
the present is nothing more (nothing more)

Of the three red roses, one is burnt
since the others have died, it’s worthless
I’m the one with the flowers
the sentimental one
walking Russian roulette
triggering my phone
like a scratched record,
like a dying tree
theme of the lonely man,
carrying the world
in exchange for what
in exchange for what he wishes

A little more
without remembering, a little more
without punishing myself, without blame
I don’t want to be ashamed anymore
I just wish for a little more
just give me a little more
so I can break free
so I can break free from this scene