Trepando, Siempre Trepando

Climbing, Always Climbing

So much for trying to play nice with life's hustler,
so much for wanting to squeeze the leather and the worn-out soul.
If I don't have anything to pawn, not a damn thing to show.
Bags full of feathers, ripped from the wings,
my joy and my luck filled up their drawers,
now what the hell am I gonna do if I forgot the sermons?

Life, damn it, it hurts your heart like a weed,
a tree that keeps its roots always sheds its bark.
There's no fly that won't sneak in wherever it can get a fix.
Life, you've given me the luck of being a pawn without asking me,
what could I negotiate with you that you haven't taken from me?
Even if I want to shake, I'm tough enough to freeze.

Life, stop when you want to, why are you stretching out?
Every night that passes, you use it to tell me I'm done,
but don't you dare think you'll take me out crying.
I spent all my tears a long time ago, and I don't even know when.
The river flows to the sea, downhill and softwood,
but they'll find me climbing, always climbing.