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The day of truths

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You're bleeding, you can't defend yourself anymore.
You're breathing, but this isn't oxygen.
And it's not a warning, nor a sign.
It's all true and it's happening to you.
Damn right to you.
Are you listening to me?
I'm a whole other you.
The one inside of you, the one that maybe isn't there.
Something is changing, you know it's inevitable.
But this wind that's rising is fresh.
 
And I will save you!
Is this the day of truths.
Or is it just you who lives in half?
You can take everything, don't hide it.
You can't say no, I won't believe you.
I know you want to run, to laugh, yell, I can't hear you.
You're young, you're lucid.
On the day of truths.
 
Don't believe in fairy tales, but neither in reality.
To all these scruples that don't let you live.
Don't ever lose anything that keeps this fire alive.
Deceive yourself that no: you won't burn yourself.
If it's you who lives like me...
If it's you... you have to believe in me...
If it's you who lives like me...
Just behind your soul...
 

The heated life

This 21st century evening is cool
On this trashcan of mud and miracles
The heated life
Ohh Ohh
It's a primal instinct
Who never hurt themselves
Has never lived it
 
And on the bedside table
A personal Christ
Can justify us
And will forgive us
A blessing
Has never hurt
You have a personal Christ
Who will forgive you
He will forgive you
 
In the shadow of the moon
(In the shadow of the moon)
Other lives are sought
(Other lives are sought)
Slapping luck
And freeing the devils
A toast to poison
(A light toast)
To those who wish us harm
(To those who wish us harm)
And to this Spring
That won't come back
 
And on the bedside table
In natural size
A personal Christ
Who will forgive us
A blessing
Can only do good for us
You have a personal Christ
Who will forgive you
Who will forgive you
He will forgive you
Will forgive you
 
Life is in dispersion
Hung to wait
The astral coincidence
That will dissolve us
You don't know where to turn
Towards your house or somewhere else
But a dream is an ambition
And it will confuse us
Nobody cry anymore
It's written on the newspaper
There's a personal Christ
That will forgive us
His blessing
Is international
A personal Christ
That will forgive us
He will forgive you
He will forgive us
Will forgive us
 

Sleep little black girl

Mama the little black girl's feet
Stick out of the crib
And the black woman Merced1 doesn't know what to do anymore
Sleep little black girl
Because I'm going to buy a new little crib
Which will have fine moldings2 and bells
If you go to sleep I'll bring you back a ripe3 mamey
And if you don't go to sleep I'll bring you a babalawo4
Which will give you a good spanking.
Sleep little black girl
Because I'm going to buy a new little crib
Which will have fine moldings and bells
If you go to sleep I'll bring you back a ripe mamey
And if you don't go to sleep I'll bring you a babalawo
Sleep little black girl
Because I'm going to buy a new little crib
Which will have fine moldings and bells
 

• 1. mercy
• 2. literally a specific type of columnar molding design
• 3. literally very colored
• 4. spiritual priest in santería

The Kids Are Doing Well

I keep up with my time, concentrated like a boxer
It will be the weight of my karma or my fortune
With a guitar and a bouquet of distorted flowers in my hand
To make peace with the world of confines and passports
Of ghosts on boats, and of boats without a port
 
As a commander who agrees to the dirty game wants,
Where we all walk with our heads folded by now,
And our fingers on a screen that fills our days
But it doesn't work for me
To pick up my years from the dust
 
I want a dream to dream and I want to laugh
It doesn't work for me
I don't have time to shine, I want to explode
For life is a poetry of unique stories
 
And then finding yourself here again, always more confused and alone
As long as by now there is no more time to be cruel
And meanwhile go, go for we're going into these starry nights
With my heart held in my hand and with cuts on my skin
 
But the kids are in the street, the kids are doing well
They don't listen to advice and they have fire in their veins
They'll scale the mountains and they'll admire the planes
What is freedom? I believe it's no longer being afraid
Of crying tonight, of damaging the atmosphere
And to resemble those like me
 
It doesn't work for me
To let myself abandon, to have to get used to
To have to be happy with
The gravity above us
 
From a heaven that has no pity
Pieces of life that you don't want to lose
Days spent partying and others in tears
But I've seen the dawn and it gives me chills, chills
 

Stand up Teresa

Chucking from the world the time to dance
Over this destiny that makes no joy
My heart, pump blood 'cause I wanna live
And spit out death
 
Behind me!
Behind me!
 
I release with swears my latinity
And wine, sex, tango, pride and mercy
Life, this is your night and I dedicate it to you
Send out the abandon
 
That I feel in me!
Inside of me!
 
Dream Teresa, don't cry
You have a girl to grow
Destiny is our lie
And nothing compares to strength...
 
Inside of you!
 
Stand up Teresa, it's time to dance
Over this destiny that makes no joy
My heart, pump the blood 'cause I wanna live
And spit out death...
 
Behind you!
Behind you!
Behind me!
Behind me!