El Desquite

There is no other way out
The gravedigger told me
There is no other round
When the one who died is me
There is no other way out

I talk to the canaries
With lizards
I walk sweeping tombs
Don't laugh
I talk to the canaries
With lizards
With lizards, yes
I am condemned
There is no other way out
They already forgot me
I'm leaving this life