No Te Lo Puedo Decir

I can't tell you
'Cause it doesn't make sense.
I can't tell you
'Cause you know that I know you already know.
There's no time. it doesn't stop.
It's not hired. it’s not distributed.
It's not injectable, it’s not sucked, it doesn’t dumb you down.
It's not at the store, it’s not snorted, it doesn’t soften.
It has no price. it’s not in the bag.
It doesn’t pay taxes like the TV networks.
(it's not the bullshit from the Galicia bank)
It's not a compatriot of anyone, it doesn’t go to church.
It's not a mobster that the Pope canonizes.
It has no mother. it has no grandmother.
It has no saint. it doesn’t have a candle either.
It doesn’t cause pain, tumor, blush, it doesn’t heal.
It's not for sale, it’s not seen, it’s not valued.
It’s not desired. it’s not seduced.
It’s not decided. nor is it retracted.
It's not a mirror, it’s not a temple, it’s not funny.
It has no anguish, nor is it psychoanalyzed.
It's an enemy of the government and the powers.
It's a brilliant ritual in front of the void.
It's an extraordinary thing about life.
What is it? I can't tell you.