Amor

Love, to die with cigarettes and booze
Tasting the taste of tastelessness once more
We play with death, we dance with life
Living a lie, fearing it will be denied

You're a little box of surprises
I smiled and she smiled under her flirty moon
When you know what you're looking for, you'll appreciate what you want
I want to celebrate and tomorrow to my brothers I'll go

Damn be anyone, son of a b*tch, who uses their power
To cause harm
I tore down bridges, built walls, opened minds
Inconsistency lives without fear, a good and a bad

They are strangers, they lie, they hurt each other
They laugh out of obligation, respect in the same greeting
For a few coins they endure hardships
I prefer a countercultural way of life

My brain, an organized madhouse
If sorrows were killed by booze, only the sober would cry
Before you gift me your forgetfulness, give me your hatred
So you don't forget me and I bother you longer

An untimely, messy disaster
Poetry is smoked in time while its aroma permeates me
Without money but with cigarettes
How f*cked up that this absurd world has more people than humans

They lost their lives without living them and without yet dying
They put hopes in little dreamers
They just want money to stand out
First, you have to understand to get rid of those fears

The one I wait for doesn't come, my bus to leave doesn't show up
There's still half a pack... I'd better chill
Be very careful with words
As sometimes they fail to cause the harm I really desire

Calm is momentary, thankfully
Forgotten like the cigarette butt trampled in the city
My lucky day was yesterday, I don't know when the next will be
And the stupid doesn't concern me

I'm a street dog, I prefer it that way
I don't need owners, owners don't need me
Mutual agreement if I get lost, if you get lost, we'll see each other around
And we'll give life to one of these inert days

Accustomed to vertigo and blindness from smoke
Other senses sharpen
Taste the sour content of this pencil
The cunning one is the strongest disguising as the weakest

From ear to brain, I inject substances directly
They whisper in the balls, comments no longer affect
I light a joint and offer one to my old self
He asks me my name, I reply Santiago

His confused face causes me an ironic smile
His chronicles will never tell the theories
Of murders we never carried out
Yet we've planned so many times

At the edge of dawn, I fell into the void
Gloomy, I spit on my existence
Lack of experiences will only ensure
An old age without experience

Lack of experiences will only ensure
An old age without experience

Lack of experiences will only ensure
An old age without experience

Lack of experiences will only ensure
An old age without experience

Love, to die with cigarettes and booze
Love, to die with cigarettes and booze
Love, to die with cigarettes and booze
Tasting the taste of tastelessness once more
(Raising glasses)
Love, to die with cigarettes and booze
Love, to die with cigarettes and booze
Love, to die with cigarettes and booze
Taste the taste of tastelessness
(Peace and respect only for those who deserve it
Only for them)

Calm is momentary, thankfully
Forgotten like the cigarette butt trampled in the city
My lucky day was yesterday, I don't know when the next will be
And the stupid doesn't concern me

Love, to die with cigarettes and booze
Tasting the taste of tastelessness once more
We play with death, we dance with life
Living a lie, fearing it will be denied

You're a little box of surprises
I smiled and she smiled under her flirty moon
When you know what you're looking for, you'll appreciate what you want
I want to celebrate and tomorrow to my brothers I'll go

Damn be anyone, son of a b*tch, who uses their power
To cause harm
I tore down bridges, built walls, opened minds
Inconsistency lives without fear, a good and a bad

They are strangers, they lie, they hurt each other
They laugh out of obligation, respect in the same greeting
For a few coins they endure hardships
I prefer a countercultural way of life

My brain, an organized madhouse
If sorrows were killed by booze, only the sober would cry
Before you gift me your forgetfulness, give me your hatred
So you don't forget me and I bother you longer

An untimely, messy disaster
Poetry is smoked in time while its aroma permeates me
Without money but with cigarettes
How f*cked up that this absurd world has more people than humans

They lost their lives without living them and without yet dying
They put hopes in little dreamers
They just want money to stand out
First, you have to understand to get rid of those fears

The one I wait for doesn't come, my bus to leave doesn't show up
There's still half a pack... I'd better chill
Be very careful with words
As sometimes they fail to cause the harm I really desire

Calm is momentary, thankfully
Forgotten like the cigarette butt trampled in the city
My lucky day was yesterday, I don't know when the next will be
And the stupid doesn't concern me