Mi rock perdido

I'm going to try to write the rock of vices
I'm going to try to write the one of sacrifices.
I'm going to pursue every word with breath until finally,
some surrender to me.
I'm going to deal with the ink, I'm going to deal with the press.
I'm going to try to tell the truth even though I often lie.
I'm going to chase the lost song
until by chance, some surrender to me.
There's a lot of rock about other women
about women who never existed.
There's rock & roll about lions and there are also about lambs.
That's why I ask you (unknown friend) if you see my lost rock,
bring it here (bring it here).
I'm going to count the coins left in the pockets of the wind.
I'm going to tell you the truth just because I never lie to you.
I'm going to direct a movie per day,
until finally you are only for me.
There's a lot of rock about other women...etc.
I don't like songs that lie.
Because everything is resolved in three minutes.
They are soldiers of an invisible army,
broken parts of a never broken mirror...
I dedicate my songs to you because you feel,
that life is not made of songs.
It's made of pieces of storm,
it's made of damn sensations...
I'm going to count the coins left in the pockets of the wind...