Cantar de Gesta

We don't need to know everything
I just know that being here is uncomfortable
Not even understanding the where or the how
Because we arrive and leave alone

I've grown tired of searching for a way
Or a manner to get out of the bottom
What good does it do to wait a little?
If I can't stand seeing my own face

I don't cry anymore even when poking my eye
Almost like pinching my elbow
Although the torment I carry here on my shoulders
On my shoulders

We don't need to know everything
It's strange that I used to be curious
I saw the terrible as beautiful
But it has lost its value, the gold
I see pain in the eyes

As time passes, I don't even notice it anymore
Habit travels here on my shoulders
On my shoulders
Iron on the outside, broken inside
The gold has lost its value, in my eyes

Always in gray or in a corner
One in a thousand, one in the crowd
The gold loses its value
While I lived, there was no mission

Now that I'm not here, I do them a favor
The gold loses its value
May my legacy have value
And I know the world is a better place

The gold loses its value
I made mistakes, I ask for forgiveness
I still need to learn the lesson
The gold loses its value

Oh, restore the value to gold, oh
Oh, restore the value to gold