Solo Le Pido a Dios

I only ask God, to grant me a wish
Allow me a sin and grant me heaven
Even if it doesn't make me old
Today I ask God, that the pain is not slow
That it frees me from fame and removes this drama I carry inside

There is so much ink spilled in the inkwell
They sell straw and end up nailed like a woodpecker
If I'm a puppet in the theater or not
You don't decide in one case, I decide

Let it be useful and benefit the one who eats me
I shoot stray bullets that at least heal a hematoma
And take, I keep inducing music in my comas
Sewing points seen but never a coma
Like a comet passing through the area
Make a wish before the wish devours you
There is so much ego in the industry for it to devour you
That the visits consume them like a rubber bar

I think so much that from time to time I grow old
I realize and empty myself with a cold aged rum
Others snoring for such a perplexing dream
That they end up going crazy for what I don't even complain about

And I didn't decide to be born for this
But for me the budget will be so short
That when I realize it, I'm wearing
A clown suit and I still don't make a living from this
I stink, but there are days I wake up and detest myself
And then there are others so happy that I don't even express
I would like to see more than one sitting in my place
And working on the mind of this handsome madman

Not even one or two assaults would last for me
How hard and raw double-faced hypocrisy is
That when things are good I would hug you
But when things are bad the shadowy flame burns

I only ask God, to grant me a wish
Allow me a sin and grant me heaven
Even if it doesn't make me old
Today I ask God, that the pain is not slow
That it frees me from fame and removes this drama I carry inside