Pa' Que Me Hace Falta

Why do I need to count my sorrows
If life played me left-handed
If I already knew that for the struggle
Not even handicapped from above, I could escape or in a drunken state

Why do I need to chew the bit...
If it finally ends with head bowed
Bearing the weight of a whole life
Scrounging the dream of breaking the streak.

Why do I need to buy hope...
That shows on sale the skinny figure
Of the patched, shabby showcase
If the one selling it squeezes and robs you

Why do I need a silver lining...
If I don't have a donkey to saddle tomorrow
And even if they give me the best horse
I don't have time left, nor do I have the desire.

(Recited)
I don't even need to dance fate...
If I don't even dance my gaze anymore
And even though I spend nights watching the sky...
Even if I see lights, my soul is blinded

(Sung)
I don't need what I need...
I don't even remember why the day is born
If inside the ranch it's been left deserted
There's only misery and this rebellion
That I don't need because I'm already dead.

(Recited)
But before I go, I leave so they know...
In every step, the desire to laugh
For having believed that one born poor...
Has any right, besides dying
Worn out and alone, like from carbuncle, with eyes wide open.
Where not even the chimango, straightens its beak as if guessing
Why I'm dead, worn out and alone...
For having believed, I didn't even need, to have lived.

(Sung)
Why do I need to count my sorrows...
If life played me left-handed
If I already knew that for the struggle
Not even handicapped from above, I could escape or in a drunken state.