Los Líos de Dolor Purpura
Cargo millones de culpas y eso también es mi culpa
Nada resulta, el cielo no es azul tras
Endulzar mi vida con alcohol y con mentiras
Pues, de todos modos, después yo persigo la disculpa
¿Vivir es enfermedad? ¿Será mejor la cura?
No sería locura olvidar vivir a voluntad
Calmaría esta ansiedad solo la mitad de tu amistad
Vivir es solo un medio, el final es el fin de verdad
Pero ya nada es lo que parece
Mis sentidos me muestran que todo de sentido carece
Escribir ya no calma mi ira
La llama de mi vigor en mi cenicero yace dormida
El tiempo es muy lento, me siento y contemplo
Estrellas poco fugaces que se aferran al firmamento
Como mis lamentos que anhelan estar sonriendo
Que anulan mi sonrisa con remordimiento
Si no me he ido es porque amo, pero el dolor a mí
El tiempo que me queda lo destinaré a dormir
A morir, a huir, a sonreír
Cínicamente, pa' que ya no me vean sufrir
Secretos, secretos como desgano, brotan de mis pupilas
Quizás así mis papilas, que apilan pilas y pilas
De confesiones, dormirían tranquilas
Descansarían plácidas en el regazo del tequila
El error es creer, ayer creí en el placer
Hoy creo nuevos modos de olvidar, no solo beber
Correr a socorrerme, mm, puede ser
Pero si solo estoy en esto, solo quiero caer
Dios no supervisa, él siempre tiene prisa
Soy presa de sus caprichos, pero le he cagado misas
Yo no creo en él, pero él tampoco en mí
Quizás me odia, pues yo existo aquí, y él es solo de cenizas
Can you love a poor boy (can you love a poor boy)
Who only knows the taste of tears?
Can you love a poor boy (can you love a poor boy)
Whose dreams would only turn to fears?
En el cielo se rumorea acerca de por qué estoy triste
Eso no me preocupa porque el cielo no existe
Resiste, insisten, no asisten a mis crisis
Luego de un análisis, ser feliz consiste en un disfraz
Ser un payaso sin rostro tras las risas de los demás
Buscando contagiarse de ellas, como sea
Luego de hacer que crean
Uno se agota y se marea, y por eso nunca hay paz
Huyendo de la fatiga habitual
Con sacrificios que al final dejan igual, soy mi peor rival
Mi propósito es normal, es no estar mal
Si todos somos originales, pues, nadie es original
La soledad de tu humedad en el desierto de mi piel perece
Es simple, mi cara reconoces, pero a mí me desconoces
No sé qué mierda tú ofreces
Creces en el olvido, en mis letras te desvaneces
Cada noche duermo solo tres horas, zorra
Se me cierra un ojo mientras el otro llora
Estrellitas verdes al príncipe azul dan fe
Me sonrojaría contigo hasta un simple café
Cada noche duermo solo tres horas, zorra
Se me cierra un ojo mientras el otro llora
Es negro el panorama, un blanco me lo aclara
Lo celestial es absurdo, mi llanto roza tu cara
A boy whose heart would sing out faithfully
With just your heart for company
Cada noche duermo solo tres horas, zorra
Se me cierra un ojo mientras el otro llora
Estrellitas verdes al príncipe azul dan fe
Me sonrojaría contigo hasta un simple café
Cada noche duermo solo tres horas, zorra
Se me cierra un ojo mientras el otro llora
Es negro el panorama, un blanco me lo aclara
Lo celestial es absurdo, mi llanto roza tu cara
A boy whose heart would sing out faithfully
With just your heart for company
Could you settle for a walk in spring
A quiet day at home when it's raining
A love that grows and shows itself
And little things a poor boy can bring?
Can you love a poor boy like me?
(Can you love a poor boy?) Love me, love me, love me
Can you love a poor
The Troubles of Purple Pain
I carry millions of faults and that's also my fault
Nothing works out, the sky isn't blue after all
Sweetening my life with alcohol and lies
Because, anyway, then I chase the apology
Is living a disease? Would the cure be better?
It wouldn't be crazy to forget living at will
It would calm this anxiety only half of your friendship
Living is just a means, the end is the real end
But nothing is what it seems anymore
My senses show me that everything lacks sense
Writing no longer calms my anger
The flame of my vigor lies dormant in my ashtray
Time is very slow, I sit and contemplate
Fleeting stars clinging to the sky
Like my laments that long to be smiling
That nullify my smile with remorse
If I haven't left, it's because I love, but pain to me
The time I have left I will spend sleeping
Dying, fleeing, smiling
Cynically, so they don't see me suffer
Secrets, secrets like apathy, sprout from my pupils
Perhaps then my taste buds, stacking piles and piles
Of confessions, would sleep peacefully
Resting placidly in the lap of tequila
The mistake is to believe, yesterday I believed in pleasure
Today I believe in new ways to forget, not just drinking
Running to rescue me, mm, it could be
But if I'm alone in this, I just want to fall
God doesn't supervise, he's always in a hurry
I'm a victim of his whims, but I've screwed up my masses
I don't believe in him, but he doesn't believe in me either
Maybe he hates me, because I exist here, and he's just ashes
Can you love a poor boy (can you love a poor boy)
Who only knows the taste of tears?
Can you love a poor boy (can you love a poor boy)
Whose dreams would only turn to fears?
In the sky, there are rumors about why I'm sad
I'm not worried because the sky doesn't exist
Resist, they insist, they don't attend to my crises
After an analysis, being happy consists of a disguise
Being a faceless clown behind the laughter of others
Seeking to be infected by them, no matter what
After making them believe
One gets exhausted and dizzy, and that's why there's never peace
Fleeing from the usual fatigue
With sacrifices that ultimately leave the same, I'm my worst rival
My purpose is normal, not to be bad
If we're all original, well, no one is original
The loneliness of your moisture in the desert of my skin perishes
It's simple, you recognize my face, but you don't know me
I don't know what the hell you offer
You grow in oblivion, in my letters you fade
Every night I sleep only three hours, bitch
One eye closes while the other cries
Green little stars give faith to the blue prince
I would blush with you even for a simple coffee
Every night I sleep only three hours, bitch
One eye closes while the other cries
The outlook is bleak, a white one clarifies it
The celestial is absurd, my tears touch your face
A boy whose heart would sing out faithfully
With just your heart for company
Every night I sleep only three hours, bitch
One eye closes while the other cries
Green little stars give faith to the blue prince
I would blush with you even for a simple coffee
Every night I sleep only three hours, bitch
One eye closes while the other cries
The outlook is bleak, a white one clarifies it
The celestial is absurd, my tears touch your face
A boy whose heart would sing out faithfully
With just your heart for company
Could you settle for a walk in spring
A quiet day at home when it's raining
A love that grows and shows itself
And little things a poor boy can bring?
Can you love a poor boy like me?
(Can you love a poor boy?) Love me, love me, love me
Can you love a poor