Cantar de Gesta

We don’t need to know it all
I just know that being here feels wrong
Not understanding where or how
'Cause we come and go all alone

I’m tired of searching for a way
Or a method to rise from the depths
What’s the point in waiting a bit?
If I can’t stand to see my own face

I don’t cry even when I poke my eye
It’s almost like pinching my elbow
Though the torment I carry on my shoulders
On my shoulders

We don’t need to know it all
It’s strange how I used to be curious
I saw the terrible as beautiful
But it’s lost its worth, the gold
I look pain right in the eyes

I don’t even feel pleasure anymore
Habit travels here on my shoulders
On my shoulders
Outside I’m tough, inside I’m broken
The gold has lost its worth, in my eyes

Always in gray or in a corner
One of a thousand, just one in the crowd
The gold loses its worth
While I was living, there was no mission

Now that I’m gone, I’m doing them a favor
The gold loses its worth
May my legacy hold some value
And I know the world is a better place

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

Oh, give the gold back its worth, oh
Oh, give the gold back its worth