Brújulas

I'm still lost and without a compass
On the paths of freedom
Feeding the moments
With whatever a feeling is

I'm still holding on to the jugular
Of a great vampire who dreams of him
It has taken me, and the night
The night became my friend

I became friends with pain

Lose or win but never draw
All or nothing, black or white
I have transformed into wind
Between heaven and hell

Almost without learning from the mistake
I make that old mistake again
The human being is more foolish
May this innocent heart

I don't want to see anyone else anymore
Cry for me
You must smile because you want to live happily
It was always like this, and you know
That it was always like this

I became friends with pain