Baco

He opened the door of his house
Stopped to look
What a beautiful day to breathe

At the stop of oblivion
He didn't want to stop
He kept going, started smoking

Adrift, not knowing
Where he wants to go
The image of that bar crossed his mind

And slowly the distance
Started to shrink
With a cold beer by the sea

He dedicated himself thoughtfully to dream
To remember who he has been
To challenge a brutal future
With one hand in front and one behind

The town was almost nothing
And he decided to continue
Hunches of his future

The whole square in pilgrimage
Began to gather
Bacchus and the excesses of living

And in a corner they saw him howl
To his senseless Moon
I give my head that knows how to fight
With one hand in front and another

He's been suffering, suffering, for what?
If he doesn't care
But in his mind life is no longer there
While the square begins to distinguish
How he was
And those who dream begin to understand

The town knows
That the square is worth its pain
And Bacchus gathers the remains of love

He opened his mouth only
Not to ask for forgiveness
Now the flowers seek his coffin

In that corner they saw him howl
To his senseless Moon
And the certainty that knows how to fight
With one hand in front and another

He keeps suffering, suffering, and for what?
If he doesn't care
But in his mind life is no longer there
Always suffering, suffering, for what?
I don't care
In our square life is always there

And his time came
That Bacchus does not forgive
Those who betray him