36.500 Días (feat. Glaç)

I'm killing myself
Drinking and smoking
Cheating time to daydream and die dreaming
I can barely see the sky with the smoke from the factories
And I can't hear my conscience with the noise of the machines

But I know what's beneath those December sunglasses
Problems and a woman who doesn't defend herself
It hasn't dawned yet or appeared
But an angel waits at the bus stop
To bring something to its nest

I can believe I'm God if I write a new verse
But tell me, who am I in proportion to the universe?
So I descended from the cloud where I lived
And learned that for me routine is not monotony
I live in a world where freedom has a price
Make sure your words are better than silence
But how to bear the weight of this misanthropy?

There's no tear in my eyes, but I cry every day
My song is of pain like that of a caged bird
If I die and come back, I want to be a poet and not a soldier
I was happier as an ignorant child
Good as everyone, but not everything is as before

I know my flaw is temporary
But I also know that not living forever
Represents the whole world
And we are heroes of the working class
The tyrant is time
A labor slave on the brink of boredom

I'm a mortal alchemist unafraid of death
I write verses of gold, when I die I'll come to see you
From earthly hell to my underground sky
I plan at ocean level without fear of harm
My muse is a gray smoke breeze
I represent the whole world but only believe in myself
Poet and taciturn playwright of the city

Drawing smoke clouds with two fingers in a V
And the Sun rushes over the horizon
A new date with my muse and I don't know where
But I know, more thirst, you can't imagine how much I've suffered

How much I've suffered to fill you with pleasure
And to see the rainbow you have to endure the rain
And I'm always torturing myself to see if something relieves me
Like a troubled soul, I return to my crypt
Life is one: The tick-tock dictates