Me desespero

I despair, because the pen doesn't help me write what I want,
the paper is on the moon dressed in leather,
and waiting for me to live again.

It's a punishment, writing a song, let's see what I say,
that I'm not well without you or with you,
that my dreams have already gone to sleep.

The same, exactly the same, are all the moments.
Very bad, I do it very bad again, I promise I'm sorry.

It's like always, sadness has already arrived, I tell it to come in,
let it come infect me with its bad luck,
I fall and don't try to get up.

Dead with jealousy, the worst disease, being honest,
a cure of humility in an ashtray,
a remedy that should never arrive.

Silence, tired of being silent, at the best moment.
Jump, I will manage to jump, and stand in front.

Tonight the early morning lengthens,
Tonight my bed feels cold,
Tonight my eyes won't close and yet I see nothing (REPEAT)

It's the weeks, with no news and very little desire,
nothing but bursting and with a pair of wings,
that overwhelm my urge to walk.

Elbow to elbow, spring and storm fighting in the mud,
a mix of evil and good manners,
a memory I never want to forget.

Feeling it again, everything is different.
Saying, and what I want to say, that I'm never lied to.

Tonight the early morning lengthens,
Tonight my bed feels cold,
Tonight my eyes won't close and yet I see nothing