La Religión de los Idiotas

I don't put my hand in the fire
Not even for myself
I don't understand how my mechanism works

Sometimes I feel like laughing
And without realizing it, I start to cry

And if I get a headache
Instead of an aspirin, a beer
If I see the moon in the window
Instead of going to bed, a vaccine

Of loneliness and madness

If I know tomorrow is a workday
It's always the penultimate drink
If I know your lips desire mine
I no longer feel like kissing them

If I feel someone approaching
Me with bad intentions
I open the doors wide open to my damn life
So they can destroy it

And then, alone and desolate
I drink up to the last drop
Toasting to the gospels of my religion
Which is that of the Idiots

It must be that my road is quite narrow
35 years stumbling on the same stone
Sometimes I feel like laughing and without realizing it, I start to cry

And if I get a headache
Instead of an aspirin, a beer
If I see the moon in the window
Instead of going to bed, a vaccine

Of loneliness and madness

If I know tomorrow is a workday
It's always the penultimate drink
If I know your lips desire mine
I no longer feel like kissing them

If I feel someone approaching
Me with bad intentions
I open the doors wide open to my damn life
So they can destroy it

And then, alone and desolate
I drink up to the last drop
Toasting to the gospels of my religion
Which is that of the Idiots

I don't know if I contradict myself
Or if I don't understand what I say
Many times I wonder
If I am only what I see

And I don't understand
And I don't comprehend
How can I be so crazy
To face this dance alone knowing that I'm lame

And my head that confuses
Lies with truths
Thinks it has seen the moon
Today we meet in the bars