Quemado

Who is the one who wins
Who is the one who loses
Where do I stand
If winning doesn't convince me.
What can one believe in
If it's not a butterfly
If it's not a nail in the temple
Or your deceitful beauty.
I want to hear the foam
And the rough jo!
Of the cane
Sinking into the sand.
May there be no anguish in death
May there be thought in life
If memory doesn't exist
All of ours is suicidal.
Infinite beaches await me
I'll take some twine
I'll take some hooks
A coat and a cane.
I see shipwrecks in alcohol and
Unattainable women
Who will they punish today
Instead of the guilty.
When the last hook is lost
And there's nothing to eat
I'll cover myself with my coat
And I'll be the bait
And the fish I need
Will come to me,
Before I wake up
I know they'll come to me.
Just a room in the city
And the cane sinking as I walk.
Just a room in the city
And the cane sinking as I walk, just.
My coat cries in tatters
Baby, I'm going to throw it into the sea
My cane broke into pieces
And I already miss its song.
My body can't take more steps
I'll let it rest
The fish that need me
Will come riding the sea
And they'll jump on me
Without guilt and without anger
Just with some fear
Shining in their eyes
That I wake up again
Wake up again.
Just a room in the city
And the cane sinking as I walk, just.