Mirada Triste

I always wanted to leave my block
But I didn't know the price was high
To hell with fame, to hell with money
To hell with the bad

Everything is the devil's work that is watching me
Waiting for me to fall to the ground

To help me and give me comfort
Bless me, grandpa
You up there from heaven
I feel like I can't

But I get up and sing to life and death
May there be no more crying if one day it comes to see me
I don't give a damn, I'm going to light up for everything, those guys
A puddle on the floor and he did

The skinny one doesn't ask for forgiveness or permission
And here I am with this vice
Although sometimes I feel like jumping off a building

But that's for cowards
Who don't know how to face problems
Or here, however it comes, let's tackle it
Or listen and learn, these are realities

I overcome my traumas
I relax watching the fauna
Writing and smoking mari-juana
My insane mind
And truth be told, I don't know what will happen tomorrow

And why that sad look
Tell me what you saw
You look tired but you resist
You know well how business runs

And why that sad look
Tell me what you saw
You look tired but you resist
You know well how business runs

I am aware
That life is not forever
That the coldest bastard, I assure you, also feels
When death comes, it comes suddenly
It never warns you, nor does it lie

I didn't invent or comment on things I shouldn't
Don't let the skinny one take it
Take it easy, take it easy
Pure stoner forever

Inhaling the snow, having a beer
Thinking about all my buddies who have already passed away
And a few more who have disappeared
I don't want to understand, and there I am, lit up

Lots of memories
And I don't know if I'm going to heaven or hell
But I've already been able to see hell on earth
Damn the time that I can't stop
And it goes laughing

And why that sad look
Tell me what you saw
You look tired but you resist
You know well how business runs

And why that sad look
Tell me what you saw
You look tired but you resist
You know well how business runs