I'm been drunk for the past three months
Because my old woman sent me to (gum)
Well, it is that one never knows what one has
The good rarely ever is valued
I'm dragging myself on the roads
The crazy roads and boring roads,
I'm carrying a fucked up life with my feelings
That I'm not able to control
She said nothing and she was tired,
Of all the promises that I never fulfilled
You don't work and I can't deal with that, well
That is your problem, I answered...
I'm a crazy drunk, perhaps you now by know,
A bad poet, faquir (nonexistent word in Spanish)
Of the heart...
I'm a crazy drunk that wanted to be a person
Next to you, forgive me if while I was trying I wasted your time, that's the way things are
I've been drunk for the past three months
I'm a brother with a terrible life and thus
Your eyes are the medicine for the depression
My heart is fighting to the death
But my pride is big enough for a stadium
I can't find in any dictionary the word " forgiveness"