Even thouhg I´m but a poor devil,
I´m almost always sincere.
Like raging fire,
there was always the urge to be who I´m not.
Time does not go by alongside you,
the clock does no longer exist.
It makes no sense, between me and you.
Even though I´m but a poor devil,
day breaks and I start walking,
feeling invincible with high spirits.
How hard it is to look for peace,
to live by winning over others
this society of ours
is a good project for evil.
I leave blood on the paper
and all the things I wrote, the next day I'd tear up
were it not because I believe in you.
In spite of everything, you make me live
you make me write leaving the trail of my soul
and each line is a shred of skin.
I am a heart lying on the sun.
Even though I´m but a poor devil,
I know two or three things, not more.
I know who not to hang out with,
I also know how to keep loyal,
I know who are true friends,
I know well where they are,
they never ask for anything and always give.
I leave blood on the paper
and all the things I wrote, the next day I'd tear up
were it not because I believe in you.
In spite of everything, you make me live
you make me write leaving the trail of my soul
and each line is a shred of skin.
I am a heart lying on the sun.