Confesiones de Invierno

He kicked me out of his room yelling at me
You have no profession
I had to face my condition
In winter there is no sun
And even though they say it's going to be very easy
It is very hard to be able to improve
It's cold and I need a coat
And I am weighed down by the hunger of waiting

Who will give me something to smoke?
Or a house to live in?
I know you must be among the streets
But I don't know how to leave
And the radio confuses us all
Without money I will have a bad time
If the wolves eat my flesh
I won't be able to steal half of them

God is an employee at a counter
Give to receive
Who will give me credit, my lord?
I only know how to smile
And maybe I waited too long
I wish you were here
They will close the doors of this hell
And I might want to leave

I got some liquor and got drunk
In the bathroom of a bar
I was kicked out onto the street
And I felt very bad
And although I had never drunk
I had to end up in prison
Bail was paid by a friend
The wounds are from the officer

I've been here for four years
And I don't want to go out
I'm not cold anymore and I'm happy
My room faces the garden
And although sometimes I remember her
(I drew his face on the wall)
I only die on Sundays
And on Mondays I already feel good