El Whisky De Dios

You never know when they're taking your picture
that they'll use to find you tomorrow
Black and white head of the protest
demanding justice loudly everywhere

And that day, when the flash of goodbye went off
eternally capturing your unforgettable face
Who knows what you were thinking, God says whiskey
as the show begins and ends late

What a tragedy, what bad luck, what a curse
What would this line say if you were here?
Who knows if the countdown began
when they triggered you in that random photo

What sorrow, what bottomless basement, what smell
of death without resurrection is in the air
Risking our lives, a fierce lottery
Who knows if this is my farewell song

You never know when you're buying the clothes
they'll use to dress you tomorrow
Colors overshadowed by the flowers of a show
that no one in the audience wants to sit through

And that day when the saleswoman wrapped
with an automation that hurt
Who knows what you were thinking inside the fitting room
but it cost more than they told you

What a tragedy, what anger, how much resignation
What would this line say if you were here?
Who knows if the countdown began
when you chose pants from the display

What sorrow, what world without a handkerchief, what love
waited for you forever on the corner?
Risking our lives, a fierce lottery
Who knows if this is my farewell song

You never know when you're waving as you pass by
someone you'll never see again in your life
Unbearable routine of thinking, the end
is just someone who waves and walks away

And that day when your air kiss brushed
the fine finish of their face
Who knows what you were thinking when they barely left
with the innocence of someone saying see you tomorrow

What a tragedy, how useless it is to watch the clock
What would this line say if you were here?
Who knows if the countdown began
with that careless kiss on the sidewalk

What sorrow, poison in farewell candies
What death without a heart followed it?
Risking our lives, a fierce lottery
Who knows if this is my farewell song?