Sin Medida

Little in her was sincere,
no matter what she said, she always did it backwards,
nothing was what it seemed,
between messes and lies, she was weaving what was.

Everything about her was illogical
undoubtedly ironic, mystical,
but her beauty prevailed,
she took the stage, reached the highest point
defeated the giants and so she lived.

Without measure
she spent her whole life without measure
hiding her wounds with lies
she spent her whole life without measure
betting and losing everything
for a heart that betrayed her
her beauty like smoke vanished
and she aged alone and without measure.

Queen of fantasy
lover and muse of the ephemeral,
of power and misery.

Everything about her was illogical
undoubtedly ironic, mystical
but her beauty prevailed
she took the stage, reached the highest point
defeated the giants and so she lived.

Without measure
she spent her whole life without measure
hiding her wounds with lies
she spent her whole life without measure
betting and losing everything
for a heart that betrayed her
her beauty like smoke vanished
and she aged...

Alone, like the butterfly she faded and remained
alone, fleeing from the glory of youth
alone, like the butterfly she faded
she took the stage, reached the highest point
defeated the giants and so she lived,
without measure.

Without measure
she spent her whole life without measure
hiding her wounds with lies
she spent her whole life without measure
betting and losing everything.

Like an angel without her heaven
the beauty remained alone she remained
give me love and give it to me and tell me.
Without measure, alone and alone she remained.
Uuuhhh without measure.