I fight because of small things
I fight because of the moon called Carlota
I fight because of the people that still listen to me
I fight, but I never end my fight
I fight because of my lingo
I fight because of the laughter
I fight because of the calmness battered by the rush
Come here and lift your lighters
I fight because of the plants that will never go extinct
I fight because of the flags with skulls
I fight and when I fight there are no half measures
I fight even though sometimes the methods fail me
My law
is not to have a law
I am my own king
That's my only law
I fight with clenched teeth
And for the guilty that are sometimes innocent
I fight because of love and now that it's asleep
I am going to rob a few arrows from the cupid
I fight because of the hairs
I fight because of your hugs
And sometimes your eyes punch me back
I fight surely
I fight because of oblivion
I fight many times until I am neglected
I fight because of the plants that will never go extinct
I fight because of the flags with skulls
I fight and when I fight there are no half measures
I fight even though sometimes the methods fail me
My law
is not to have a law
I am my own king
That's my only law
I fight until death
I fight the living dead
I fight because there are many mouths and little food
I fight because of intelligence
And also because of ignorance
Each time more convinced that its distance is very short
I fight in points
I fight in quarters
I fight at half past or quarter until
The hours are passing by and one will already be fed
And in my dictionary
I fight because of the words
in which the nights are always interspersed.
(My law)
I fight because of truth
and because of lies
they are an inseparable part of life
(it's that I don't have a law)
From so many fights, I listen to the lights
I follow the sound
Few times the fight depends on the thread
(I am my own king)
The fight of Montesco
and of Capuleto
sometimes at the front lines and other times as an old dog
(it's my only law)
I fight because of the feelings
with the strength of a Colossus
Very conscious and aware
that the love is fickle.