Vengo

I was going to be a student, not an artist.
I come from a broken family, from a shattered childhood.
In the pool halls, I learned more than in school.
Empty and hollow phrases from that teacher.
I come from a small and honest town
Where the cold is art and its streets are open,
I grew up in them, I get lost in them
When I return from a trip and find myself thirsty.
Memories weigh heavy, they are cement in my suitcase.

I'm coming to spit out my songs,
I'm coming to sleep in front of your door,
I'm coming to ask you for a drink and some patience.
I'm coming to tell you that I can't sleep
Because I drown in my sadness,
I should smile but it's hard for me.

I'm a citizen of the world, I hate war,
I never understood visas or borders.
To dream, you don't need money or coins.
Today we'll sing here, tomorrow wherever.
We'll meet where there's a bottle,
A stage, a laugh, a full moon,
A hotel bed, a handful of stars,
Where tears are never worth it.
Memories weigh heavy, they are cement in my suitcase.

I'm coming to spit out my songs,
I'm coming to sleep in front of your door,
I'm coming to ask you for a drink and some patience.
I'm coming to tell you that I can't sleep
Because I drown in my sadness,
I should smile but it's hard for me.