El Necio

To not make my icon into pieces
To save myself between unique and odd
To give me a place in his parnassus
To give me a corner in his altars

They come to invite me to repent
They come to invite me to not lose
They come to invite me to define myself
They come to invite me to so much shit

I do not know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There, God, who will be divine?

I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I died how I lived

I want to continue playing the lost
I want to be left handed more than right handed
I want to make a congress of the united
I want to deeply pray an: Our father

They will say that madness has gone out of fashion
They will say that people are bad and do not deserve it
But I will leave dreaming of mischief
Maybe multiplying bread and fish

I do not know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There, God, who will be divine?

I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I died how I lived

I died how I lived, how I lived
I died how I lived, how I lived
I died how I lived

They say they will drag me over rocks
When the revolution collapses
They will crush my hands and mouth
They will tear out my eyes and cock

Maybe the foolishness was born with me
The foolishness of what today seems foolish
The foolishness of having an enemy
The foolishness of living without a price

I do not know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There, God, who will be divine?

I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I died how I lived