Herida de Guerra

War wound, at night, at the bar,
laughter, revelry, a bad ending,
a bad ending.
Lose consciousness, lose seriousness,
leave shame, act without thinking,
act without thinking.

Shitty wound wants to camouflage
all the impotence of my walk,
of my walk.
Laughter on the outside and fatally inside,
put on a song, I need to sing,
I need to sing.

I try to escape from reality,
I start to feel
like a hurricane.

I end up on the ground,
very drunk and without reason,
today I'm not afraid,
today I feel like a winner.
I'm capable of everything,
although nothing can be done,
tipping the elbow,
I haven't stopped drinking.

And every night I surprise myself more,
I act more like a beast, I'm more animal,
I'm more animal.
I die and then resurrect,
I'm like cats: six extra lives,
six extra lives.

Survive, overact,
always pretend, always fatal.
Just a slip, it's normal,
unhappy laughter, everything is fleeting.