Dedicación

It's my dedication, what I write here
To beauty and to oblivion
To all those who are here and to the friends who have gone
And to sin and the forbidden, and to all that's been cried and lived
I ask for a prayer to restore my faith
My song is for God and for the devil as well
For the pleasures for rent, for the punishment of growing up
For the incurable pains that a woman can heal
My farewell, dedicated to life and death
To the saliva of my muse and the excuse of luck
And to the past, to sin, to the minute we looked at each other
And to the mourning of worn-out dreams
It's my prayer of salvation to intuition and emotion
And to the passion of the heart of my song dedication
To the reason that doesn't reason, to the friendship that doesn't betray
To the people in this life who forgive without forgetting

When there's nothing left
Only words remind us
Time is the judge, in this chess game
You only live once, but too many die
When there's nothing left
My dedication is my words
Time is the judge, I tell you again
You only live once, but too many die

It's my dedication, what I sing
To joy and to horror
To all the hearts punished by tears
To sorrow and to breakage, and to the flowers that have grown in the asphalt
My Esperanto is a song to pain and disillusion
To the courage of cowards who don't follow the herd
To the steps I took down to rise to hell
To be able to make peace with the devil on paper
And to yours and mine, rivers of letters
And to indiscreet truths; to all the poets
Men and women of the planet
Who walk through life without disguises or masks
To the childhood on a bicycle that's gone
To the requited love and the bitter taste of what's lost
I add and continue, my nobility obliges when I write
And this ends as it begins, to beauty and oblivion

When there's nothing left
Only words remind us
Time is the judge, in this chess game
You only live once, but too many die
When there's nothing left
My dedication is my words
You only live once, but too many die

Dedication, dedication