Crónicas de Una Loca

Neither madness nor mental illness
There are people who, to heal
Go hand in hand with some quack
Medicating the harsh truths

I found her, with a clouded gaze
Not paying attention to my interest
She seemed like glass
I found her, without the desire to live
Cursing destiny
That left her lying there

Sing and don't cry, and by singing you are pushing away your fears
Sing and don't cry, and by singing the pains hurt less

I saw her sitting in an old corner
Of that lonely courtyard of a madhouse
The harsh wind of a gray winter
Rocked her hair like the crazy ones

Every day she wore that same dress
That one of her children bought her years ago
In her right hand she held a cold, plucked rose, like a rock
She painted pictures, always had the sea as a reference and motivation
She had in her eyes that gray sparkle, that a life of a pair of balls gives you

She took my hand, looked me in the eye, and indirectly whispered in my ear
Sit by my side, close your eyes and feel how indifferent the days pass

Sing and don't cry, and by singing you are pushing away your fears
Sing and don't cry, and by singing the pains hurt less

I found her and she spoke to me of loneliness
She didn't believe in love, she was unhappiness
I found her, she laughed unintentionally
At the men who followed the doctrine of love

Sing and don't cry, and by singing you are pushing away your fears
Sing and don't cry, and by singing the pains hurt less

With a slow step you led me, my love
Holding your hand to the bedroom
Excited, you started playing, with an old house full of dolls
In an old book they kept poems that someone titled: I am a sad trinket
Her skin was wrinkled like a pot
Time deprived it of blooming

I found her, with a clouded gaze
Not paying attention to my interest
She seemed like glass
I found her, without the desire to live
Cursing destiny
That left her lying there

Sing and don't cry, and by singing you are pushing away your fears
Sing and don't cry, and by singing the pains hurt less