Lila

I hope to hear your steps echoing on the avenue
see you come out of the bonfire like a Joan of Arc
I know you sleep with old men who will die tomorrow
but I light the incense of lies with my pale fingers
and bid farewell to your men with a pious gospel.

It's not fair!, I look at you and wither
what kind of person am I?

I reread the Bible like a fanatic mole
there I get tangled in cables of divine words.

And God doesn't hear me
God doesn't change you.

I think I'll buy the revolver of justice
from the Angel of shadows.

Poor Lila without a song
she didn't want the hymn of my faith;
poor sawdust girl.

In the streets everyone chews your name
everyone in the bars knows when you dye your hair
the sky smells like your perfume
God has a kiss of yours on his lips.

It's not fair!, I look at you and get depressed
what kind of person am I?

I take you out drunk...
like a daughter of the fire of her soul.

And the brotherhood has ordered me to pursue you
the brotherhood has ordered me to rescue you
the brotherhood has ordered me to convert you, to free you.

Poor Lila without a song
she didn't want the hymn of my faith;
poor sawdust girl.