Juan, El Esquizofrénico [English translation]

My name is John Alejandro and I am schizophrenic

I am not at all attractive, much less photogenic.

My best friend is a clown who gives me advice;

He has the eyes of a frog and lives inside my ear

He talks a lot and sometimes he gets annoying,

And when I ask him things he almost never answers me

But he would give his life for me and I would give my life for him,

We also know that there is a disparity

In our arena

People think that I am sick

Because I run through the city with my notebook,

Talking with the dogs,

With short pants and cowboy boots,

An umbrella in my hand and a bullfighter hat

But I am not completely sick, I also speak with people;

I tell a lot of lies to play with their minds

I like to give wrong directions

So that people always arrive late to their destination.

I go with two fairy godmothers flying above me,

Carrying little syringes filled with vitamins with morphine

Until my veins are inundated,

Well, I spend my time making faces and people get confused.

Forgive me if I am laughing too much.

It’s just that yesterday my mother died and they kicked me out of my job

I owe 6 months of rent, in my wallet not even a cent,

And I haven’t bathed since October of last year.

My body is all scarred up

With deep cuts and first-degree burns

But it is nothing serious, not a delicate topic,

Since I never find out because I spend all day on anesthesia

I like to walk alone, that way I can talk with the wind.

I have never had sex, like a nun in a convent.

Keep calm, although I know that I can explode

Suddenly like a mine in the second world war

I am an antisocial psychopath

Right after greeting you, I wash my hands with antibacterial soap

I am a mental patient, I'll admit it,

But that does not give you the right to look at me askance

And to treating me with rejection

Come, get closer, I am not going to do anything to you;

What looks like blood on my shirt is spilled tomato sauce.

Come, little friend, get close to me;

The scissors that I carry are for cutting the garden

Chorus

I'm a serial killer, as the miniseries.

Behind the door, I collect dead people.

To be able to kill the hunger, breakfast cereal with blood.

I have no family,

because I killed my family

.

Sometimes doctors come to visit me

With ghost costumes to try to cheer me up

Because I suffer from disorders.

Yesterday I put my cat in the oven

And I hung its tail around my neck for decoration

When I get episodes, I begin to sweat sodium

And shout very loud to get me out all the hate

Shadows also scaring me.

That’s why I don’t dare go to the bathroom

And I peeing on the carpet

It’s normal: I am only 13 years old.

I still ride bicycles and I do not speak with strangers,

But if I don’t take my medicines throughout the year

I dream every day hurt you

Cutting you into little pieces with these same scissors,

Putting you into plastic bags and storing you in the freezer.

Don’t get scared; I took my medicine today.

I am in a good mood, very happy, with good breath

I know that I am showing a serious face, but I am happy;

I am going to go play with my friends in the cemetery right now.

Speaking of which, I am in love with one

of my friends

It has been a year since she died without a trace or witnesses

She is a beautiful girl with a violet face.

Every night she accompanies me on a bike ride.

She does not speak because she is a deaf and mute

And because of that people think that

I am talking to myself

And that I need help

Chorus.x2

I'm a serial killer, as the miniseries.

Behind the door, I collect dead people.

To be able to kill the hunger, breakfast cereal with blood.

I have no family,

because I killed my family