Después De Todos Estos Años

It will be a bad dream that it was,
all invented with words.

If there is no faith,
nor first time,
you will take time to lift your soul.

And the sky wonders if maybe,
maybe,
you will clear the doubt.

And I keep wondering if maybe,
maybe,
someday you will want my help.

And your memories sound like farewells,
beating your stage.

And after all these years,
and after so much damage,
and after losing your smile,
you immerse all your charm in bad things,
in a bad life.

Hard drink to swallow,
kisses that choke your insides,
there is no faith anymore,
nor first time,
your desires will notice their absence.

And someone asks you if maybe,
maybe,
your gaze hides madness.
And you keep wondering if perhaps,
maybe,
this torture will end someday.
And your silences are like farewells,
burying your stage.

And after all these years,
and after so much damage,
and after losing your smile,
you immerse all your charm in bad things,
in a bad life.
And after all these years,
and after so much damage,
and after losing your smile,
you immerse all your charm in bad things,
in a bad life.

Because those tears are blank pages,
write now that you have so much.

Because after all these years,
and so much life,
so many disappointments rotate...
And in piles of lies setting the mood of your diary,
who listens would say,
you wanted everything,
you lost so much...
you lost so much...

And after selling your smile,
you immerse all your charm in bad things,
in a bad life.