De Mi Muerte
Hoy me fui a la cama tomado
Girar el techo vi como un reloj por mil acelerado
Tuve un sueño de esos que sabes que estás en un sueño atado
Abrí los ojos y vi un niño parecido a mí sentado
Y yo que no soy supersticioso supe que es otra vil obra de arte del subconsciente
Sabiéndome soñando, pregunté al allí presente
Dime ¿Quién coño eres?
Y aunque era solo un niño en los ojos podía verle
Que se trataba de mí mismo y no podía temerle
Me dijo, hermano duerme
Y al despertar estaba en un divan consciente y
Pude notar que al lado estaba un anciano sentado
Me hacía hablar de cosas que me habían pasado
Noté que de un psicólogo se trataba y que mi monólogo escuchaba sin parecer asombrado y dijo, para!
Deja de quejarte por ahí por nada!
Tienes una misión allá abajo y no está completada!
Y vi su cara cuando estas últimas frases gritaba
Notando que se trataba aunque ya vieja de mi propia cara!
Me dijo, debes recordar íntegramente
Lo que te diré pues no repetiré lo consiguiente
Se trata del secreto de la vida
Y siempre que nazcas de nuevo cantarás esto a tu gente y dijo
Debes cantar como si nadie te estuviese escuchando
Debes bailar como si nadie te estuviese observando
Debes amar sin miedo a ser traicionado
Aunque sin darle prioridad al que prioridad no te ha dado, claro
Debes reír si pasa algo que te avergüence
Igual tarde o temprano todos olvidarán la mala experiencia
Debes cerrar los ojos ante un buen olor
Y disfrutar despacio todo buen sabor, sí
Felicidad: Is not about tenerlo todo, sino ya no desear nada bobo
Es obvio que hay que echar pa' lante y estudiar más
Trabajar es el modo pero apartando del camino el lodo
No vale la pena vengarse por algo que no valga la pena
La vida es corta y la pena es larga, cuando esta llega
Díganse soluciones no problemas
Propongan cosas por hacer, no todo es criticar las fallas del sistema, rela'
I know that I'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one
No te olvides del prójimo si se te multiplica el pan
Ríete en la tristeza, llora de alegría
Y no olvides que cada día que pasa se acorta tu vida, eh
Ser feliz no puede quien no sabe lo que quiere
Empieza a ser tú mismo y deja ya de ser quien no eres, mere
Que imitaciones abundan, originales escasean
Y los chances son como las mareas van y vienen
Pasan po' el frente, no se detienen
Atrévete a amar y deja es llora' por lo que no tienes
Nunca debes dejar que un comentario te complique
Porque aún mejorando el mundo alguien habrá que te critique
Y dije, para
Haz que despierte y juro voy a cantar todo esto es sus caras
El anciano aceptó y chasqueó sus dedos mientras suspiraba
Pero sorpresa mía fue al ver donde me despertaba
Me hallaba en un ataúd rodeado de toda mi gente
Llorando mi cadáver que podía mirar sonriente
No era mi subconsciente
(No era un sueño, se trataba de una verdad)
Y recorrí mi velorio atravesando a los presentes
Excepto en esta escena estuve yo soñando siempre
Se trataba de mi muerte
(Se trataba de mí, se trataba de mí, se trataba de mí, se trataba de)
Al caminar lamente irme de este mundo amargo
Sin terminar la misión por la que ando penando
La cual se trata de cantar lo narrado
Por el anciano, aquel que al yo morir nunca será escuchado
Y dije, para!
From My Death
Today I went to bed drunk
Turning the ceiling I saw like a clock by a thousand accelerated
I had one of those dreams where you know you're in a tied dream
I opened my eyes and saw a child similar to me sitting
And I, who am not superstitious, knew it was another vile work of art from the subconscious
Knowing I was dreaming, I asked the one present there
Tell me, who the hell are you?
And even though he was just a child, in his eyes I could see
That it was myself and I couldn't fear him
He said, brother sleep
And upon waking up, I was on a conscious couch and
I noticed that next to me was an old man sitting
He made me talk about things that had happened to me
I noticed he was a psychologist and that he listened to my monologue without seeming amazed and said, stop!
Stop complaining about nothing out there!
You have a mission down there and it's not completed!
And I saw his face when he shouted these last sentences
Noticing that it was, although already old, my own face!
He said, you must remember fully
What I will tell you because I will not repeat the following
It's about the secret of life
And every time you are born again, you will sing this to your people and he said
You must sing as if no one is listening to you
You must dance as if no one is watching you
You must love without fear of being betrayed
Although without giving priority to those who have not given you priority, of course
You must laugh if something embarrassing happens
Eventually everyone will forget the bad experience
You must close your eyes to a good smell
And enjoy slowly every good taste, yes
Happiness: Is not about having everything, but no longer desiring anything silly
It's obvious that you have to move forward and study more
Working is the way but avoiding the mud on the path
It's not worth taking revenge for something that's not worth it
Life is short and sorrow is long when it comes
Tell solutions, not problems
Propose things to do, not just criticize the flaws of the system, relax
I know that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
Don't forget your neighbor if your bread multiplies
Laugh in sadness, cry with joy
And don't forget that every day that passes shortens your life, hey
You can't be happy if you don't know what you want
Start being yourself and stop being who you are not, you deserve
Imitations abound, originals are scarce
And chances are like tides, they come and go
They pass by, they don't stop
Dare to love and stop crying for what you don't have
You should never let a comment complicate you
Because even by improving the world, someone will criticize you
And I said, stop
Make them wake up and I swear I'm going to sing all this in their faces
The old man accepted and snapped his fingers as he sighed
But to my surprise, I saw where I woke up
I was in a coffin surrounded by all my people
Crying for my corpse that I could look at smiling
It wasn't my subconscious
(It wasn't a dream, it was a truth)
And I went through my wake passing through the attendees
Except in this scene, I was always dreaming
It was my death
(It was me, it was me, it was me, it was me)
As I walked, I regretted leaving this bitter world
Without finishing the mission for which I am suffering
Which is about singing what was narrated
By the old man, the one who, when I die, will never be heard
And I said, stop!