Conductores Suicidas

I'm not going to deny that you've marked a style
That you've patented a way of walking
Without messing up by the sharp edge
Of the razor of this hectic city

You used to do tourism on the edge of the abyss
But I think that lately
You've slid to the dark side
You who were a master in the difficult art
Of not getting wet in a downpour

Searching in the trash for a gram of madness
Tell me it's false that you never write anymore
That you pawned Raquel's watch
That there's no one to motivate your heart
That you've lost 7 kilos in a month

How did you let yourself be led to a dead-end alley?
You, the most gifted of suicidal drivers
How did you let yourself be led to a dead-end alley?
You, the most gifted of suicidal drivers

It's none of your business, you'll say, end of story
But admit that it's harsh to accept
That there's no human being to lend a hand
To someone who doesn't want to be helped
And go find your own way
In the forbidden direction

But you won't stop me from raising my glass
To your bad health and inviting you to toast
Dead friendship tastes the same as failure
And we both like the verb 'to fail'
So I'll ignore you to not overwhelm you
From making a count of the wraps
From not trusting you, not even the pub's Raf
From selling badges on certain corners
From being known in every hospital