Trece

Don't tempt the only bullet in this Russian roulette
Are we here for reasons or is destiny an excuse?
Fighting with my muse but it's never too late for me
I write you this postcard from my hostel before going to bed, bring me luck

Free my mind from those currents
Of pending numbers, surrounded by snakes
Boost the self-esteem of mine when they wake up
And protect the walls of my fortress while being absent

Good luck to the usual ones, to those who show me their teeth
To those who feel it when they regret
I don't want more fake smiles for your own good
I already have a new fan defending me every end

I'm an artist away from the charts
Close to the bar, far from the money, it makes me sad
Unhappy and sadder every time
Like when you dream, fall in love, wake up and it doesn't exist

Away from your vicious circle, harpy life
I want light on the asphalt in the eyes of my guide
More drought, yes, but don't make chasms in my vice
Because sometimes I lose it and still write with blood

It's already half past three and not noon
Doesn't matter, tomorrow is a new day, bring me luck
To those who opened their hearts to me, bring them luck
I don't believe in love anymore but I would like to see you again

Drunk on a Tuesday, I was born on the thirteenth
I've already released the bitter gall of disappointment so many times
I spend the hours, the days, count the months
Designed for desire but nothing appeals to me

And today the sky has a poor ocher color but I manage
To get the angel and the devil on my shoulders to agree
I hate you, inspiration, when you run away with another
I stopped praying, living by chance like George Cockroft

Life is short and luck is slow
A capricious mouth that feeds on time
And a backfire can send you to the ditch
I always hide an amulet at the bottom of my suitcase

And if, if, if, if, I curse my rivals
They won't scare away our troubles even with talismans
Although the clock never stops, I'll keep toasting in bars
For whatever luck has in store for us until death do us part