El Mundo Bajo Mis Pies

Everyone screams, no one talks
Here no one thinks, they all bleat
I try to give a voice to those who have none
Because when I used it, they silenced me with bullets

There's an inner voice telling me to be quiet
But there's another one burning like faults
Whoever doesn't try never fails
And who fails three times wins on the fourth

I refuse to give up
I've done it many times and it's useless
I changed giving up for surrendering and redeeming myself
And I'm not a soldier but I stand firm

My biggest nightmares I have them awake
Life is crap and I want to step on it
I have all eternity to be dead
And only a blink to seize it

I remember your goodbyes at the stations
And now I feel like not even the stations pass
I thought I was strong like Stallone
I'm like Achilles with death on my heels

Like Scofield, I escaped from your prisons
But I'm still condemned by my depressions
What's the use of a hit when there are a thousand mistakes
What's the use of being right if you don't have reasons

I killed myself for your curves like Simoncelli
I'm not the protagonist even in my own movie
I just want a happy ending like Messi's
But it always ends in blood like a Quentin's work

This is a masterpiece: Be me out last to people
What's the use of scoring the goal if your team palms it
I want to be happy and not be rich
It may seem trivial, but it's the realest thing I've written

Once and again, life hits me but I stand
Once and again, they knock me down nine times I get up ten
Once and again, the world beneath my feet
The world beneath my feet

Respect for those who came on a raft
For those who break their backs cleaning stairs
They represent me more than a damn flag
That God you pray to hates borders

The worst thing about life is that it doesn't warn you
And it hits hard like a section of the Biza
And it doesn't care how much you have in your visa
No matter how much you pray or go to mass
Savoring this decline
The audience has no clue but they decide
This is poetry, Miguel Delibes
Politicians claim to serve the people but they're from Liverst

I'm more broken than usual
Fame is not something I'm used to
Many want to climb this summit
And I'm looking for someone to bring me down from here, to help me
To strip me, and I'm not talking about clothes, I'm talking about my concerns