El Día de Tu Muerte

Go, I lit a cigarette and started looking for ideas
Digging in the old Sabino to see if something remains
I remembered that I liked being with family
Taking care of friends, beer, and food

In love half of the time university lasted
The other half disappointed, aah
Discovering and writing new experiences
Filling pages and pages with experiences

In those times I wanted everything to end
Longed to see what the future held
I worried about imagining if I could make it
Silly social pressure, I forgot to enjoy

Being here, I look back and feel bad
No more drunken nights with Bacacho
Waking up at someone's house all messed up
Today when I opened my eyes, I found out I'm an adult

Time is ours but it slips away
What happened, happened, what's coming will come
Appreciate what you have, you will miss it
Today is here, tomorrow maybe

Time is ours but it slips away
What happened, happened, what's coming will come
Tell them you love them, you will miss them
Today they are here, tomorrow maybe

I evolve and my music evolves with me
If I don't call you anymore, it doesn't mean I'm not your friend
I'm living the game I have to play
You can't imagine how much I have to sacrifice

The present, its name already says it
It's a gift, you have to make the most of it
I only regret one thing in this life
The time I wasn't with the family

Why get angry with people you love
Why fight with men and women
Why surround yourself with people who drain your energy
Life is so short

Pick up the phone and write a message
To that person that comes to mind
Put aside your pride, you're alive, you're lucky
Today could be the day of your death

Time is ours but it slips away
What happened, happened, what's coming will come
Appreciate what you have, you will miss it
Today is here, tomorrow maybe

Time is ours but it slips away
What happened, happened, what's coming will come
Tell them you love them, you will miss them
Today they are here, tomorrow bye bye

I love you very much mom
I love you very much dad
I love you very much brothers