60 Veces Por Minuto

I don't want to be sad, it's like being in mourning
I usually die 60 times per minute
Every time I debut it's with a broken heart
Time withers away this lotus flower in my soul
And I don't want to be sad, I already know the mud
Before I die I want to dance my last tango
I live off these verses, I'll die waiting
I've been dying for so long that I live occasionally

I am a cursed poet, born sick
I've been writing for so long that I don't even remember
I live in summer, my soul lives in winter
I warm my ego in the fire of my notebook
I've learned not to torture myself for being different
There's still ink left in this pen I paint with
All the steps I've taken have been instinctual
And I still haven't learned the paths of the labyrinth
I've wasted time, forgotten tears
I've felt the wind carrying away my sorrow
I've healed the fear, flown slowly
I've cried so much that I only sing when I feel
Under the cloak of the forgotten virgin
I've prayed for forgiveness for my sins
I haven't thought of God but I've kissed my rosary
For all the junkies and prisoners in the neighborhood
I've hit rock bottom, that round is over
I don't hide from anything when my heart commands
Let my pen expand and I won't respond
Underneath my chest beats this deep-seated bed of time
Feelings, I don't know where they are for
All those good times that aren't inherited
I drink to the floor for those who leave
And another drink for all those who stay because

I don't want to be sad, it's like being in mourning
I usually die 60 times per minute
Every time I debut it's with a broken heart
I've been dying for so long that I don't even notice
And I don't want to be sad, I already know the mud
Before I die I want to dance my last tango
I live off these verses, I'll die waiting
I've been dying for so long that I live occasionally

If I got blind drunk it was to never see you again
I fear life more than death
There's a fine line between loving you and thinking of you
I don't remember the trick I learned to forget you
And I've lost my way, and I didn't eat the cake
I still have time to play my last card
I'm like Siddhartha, you the edge of the razor
I the king of chess, you the queen of the deck
I haven't won heaven, I've lost the thread
I've lost fear and gained more than a kilo
I live life aimlessly, but calmly
My verses travel the world, I live on the edge
I'm about phrases, verses with soul
Reviving self-esteem with calm
I'm about internal walks through the soul
Filling entire notebooks with tears
I've touched the ground, flown high
I've taken flight but haven't kissed the saint
And I know what it feels like, my soul is still in ruins
My heart doesn't lie, it knows the thorns, boy
And I've experienced things I couldn't tell you
And my eyes have seen what you wouldn't believe
I know secrets that aren't shared
And I've had near-death experiences and

I don't want to be sad, it's like being in mourning
I usually die 60 times per minute
Every time I debut it's with a broken heart
I've been dying for so long that I don't even notice
And I don't want to be sad, I already know the mud
Before I die I want to dance my last tango
I live off these verses, I'll die waiting
I've been dying for so long that I live occasionally