De Mi Muerte - Canserbero

Hoy me fui a la cama tomado

Girar el techo vi cómo un reloj por mil acelerado

Tuve un sueño de esos que sabes que estás en un sueño atado

Abrí los ojos y vi a un niño parecido a mí sentado (parecido a mí…)

Y yo

Que no soy supersticioso supe que es otra vil obra de arte del subconsciente

Sabiéndome soñando pregunte al allí presente

¿Dime quién coño eres…

Y aunque era sólo un niño en los ojos podía verle

Que se trataba de mi mismo y no podía temerle

Me dijo: hermano duerme (hermano duerme)…

Y al despertar estaba en un diván consciente

Y, pude notar que al lado estaba un anciano sentado

Me hacia hablar de cosas que me habían pasado

Noté que de un psicólogo se trataba

Y que mi monólogo escuchaba sin parecer asombrado

Y dijo ¡Para!

Deja de quejarte por ahí por nada

Tienes una misión allá abajo y no está completada

Y vi su cara, cuando estas últimas frases gritaba

Notando que se trataba aunque ya vieja de mi propia cara

Me dijo debes recordar íntegramente lo que te diré

Pues no repetiré lo consiguiente…

Se trata del secreto de la vida y siempre

Que nazcas de nuevo cantaras esto a tu gente

Y dijo: Debes cantar como si nadie te estuviese escuchando

Debes bailar, como si nadie te estuviese observando

Debes amar sin miedo a ser traicionado

Aunque sin darle prioridad al que prioridad no te ha dado, claro

Debes reír si pasa algo que te avergüenza

Igual tarde o temprano todos olvidaran la mala experiencia

Debes cerrar los ojos ante un buen olor

Y disfrutar despacio todo buen sabor

Felicidad it’s not about tenerlo todo

Sino ya no desear nada bobo

Es obvio que hay que echar pa' lante y estudiar, más

Trabajar es el modo pero apartando del camino el lodo

No vale la pena vengarse, por algo que no valga la pena

La vida es corta, y la pena es larga, cuando esta llega

Díganse soluciones no problemas

Propongan cosas por hacer no todo es criticar las fallas del sistema «rela»

I know that I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one

No te olvides del prójimo si se te multiplica el pan

Ríete en la tristeza, llora de alegría

Y no olvides que cada día que pasa se acorta tu vida, ehh!

Ser feliz no puede, quien no sabe lo que quiere

Empieza a ser tu mismo y deja ya de ser quien no eres, mere

Que imitaciones abundan, originales escasean

Y los chances, son como las mareas, van y vienen

Pasan «puel"frente no se detienen

Atrévete a amar y deja de llorar por lo que no tienes

Nunca debes dejar que un comentario te complique

Porque aún mejorando al mundo alguien habrá que te critique

Y dije ¡Para…

Haz que despierte y juro voy a cantar todo esto en sus caras

El anciano aceptó y chasqueó sus dedos mientras suspiraba

Pero sorpresa mía fue al ver donde despertaba…

Me hallaba en un ataúd rodeado de toda mi gente

Llorando mi cadáver que podía mirar sonriente

No era mi subconsciente… (No era un sueño, se trataba de una verdad)

Y recorrí mi velorio atravesando a los presentes

Excepto en esta escena estuve yo soñando siempre

Se trataba de mi muerte… (Se trataba de mí, se trataba de mí, se trataba de

mí, se trataba de…)

Al caminar, lamenté irme de este mundo amargo

Sin terminar, la misión por la que ando penando

La cual se trata de cantar lo narrado

Por el anciano aquel que al yo morir nunca será escuchado

Y dije ¡Para!

Today I went to bed drunk

Rotate the roof I saw how a clock for a thousand accelerated

I had one of those dreams where you know you're in a bound dream

I opened my eyes and saw a boy similar to me sitting (similar to me…)

And me

That I am not superstitious I knew that it is another vile work of art of the subconscious

Knowing that I was dreaming, I asked the one present

Tell me who the hell are you...

And though he was just a child in the eyes I could see him

That it was about myself and I couldn't be afraid of it

He told me: brother sleeps (brother sleeps)…

And when he woke up he was on a divan conscious

And, I could notice that next to it was an old man sitting

He made me talk about things that had happened to me

I noticed that it was a psychologist

And that my monologue listened without seeming surprised

And he said stop!

Stop complaining around about nothing

You have a mission down there and it's not completed

And I saw his face, when these last sentences he shouted

Noticing that it was, although already old, my own face

He told me you must fully remember what I will tell you

Well, I will not repeat the following…

It is the secret of life and always

May you be born again you will sing this to your people

And he said: You must sing as if nobody is listening to you

You must dance, as if no one was watching you

You must love without fear of being betrayed

Although without giving priority to the one who has not given you priority, of course

You should laugh if something happens that embarrasses you

Sooner or later everyone will forget the bad experience

You must close your eyes to a good smell

And slowly enjoy all good flavor

Happiness it's not about having it all

If not, I will no longer wish for anything silly

It is obvious that you have to move forward and study, more

Working is the way but keeping the mud out of the way

It is not worth taking revenge, for something that is not worth it

Life is short, and sorrow is long, when it comes

Tell each other solutions not problems

Propose things to do not everything is to criticize the failures of the «rela» system

I know that I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one

Do not forget your neighbor if your bread multiplies

Laugh in sadness, cry in joy

And do not forget that each day that passes your life is shortened, ehh!

He can't be happy, who doesn't know what he wants

Start being yourself and stop being who you are not, mere

That imitations abound, originals are scarce

And chances, they're like the tides, they come and go

They pass "puel" in front they don't stop

Dare to love and stop crying for what you don't have

You should never let a comment complicate you

Because even improving the world someone will criticize you

And I said stop...

Make me wake up and I swear I'm gonna sing all of this to their faces

The old man accepted and snapped his fingers at him as he sighed.

But my surprise was to see where he woke up...

He found me in a coffin surrounded by all my people

Crying my corpse that could look smiling

It was not my subconscious… (It was not a dream, it was a truth)

And I went through my wake going through those present

Except in this scene I was always dreaming

It was about my death… (It was about me, it was about me, it was about

me, it was about…)

As I walked, I regretted leaving this bitter world

Unfinished, the mission for which I am suffering

Which is about singing what is narrated

For the old man who when I die will never be heard

And I said stop!