Dale dale

In the glasses that cloud life
bitter advice your lips drank,
and in the theater of everyday
shadow clown painted your grimace.
Behind the murky color of your eyes
love and failure grudges tense up
and the destiny that pushes your steps
erases the paths of good and evil.

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!
in your aimless rush,
that in the swing of misfortunes
your resentment will be deceived!
Resentment of fatal tests
that your heart endured...
Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!
in your aimless rush!

I discover you behind a hundred faces,
your drama is not yours, nor is your role new.
You are the old successful character
with many dream and love failures.
You are the old doll with a soul
that crosses the hours without sun and luck
and that awaits the peace of death
seeking relief without light from a corner.