El Cigarrillo

Last night, I was talking with my cigarette
And I felt tired, tired, bored, and so empty
That sometimes I even think I don't exist
That sometimes I even think, that I don't even exist

I lit it very slowly, took a puff
And as I watched the smoke dissipate into space
I remembered so many things I thought forgotten
I told it all, while I smoked

I talked to it about you and my longings
I told it about your kisses and my hopes
I told it about your forgetfulness, my many tears
About what we lived and now has turned to nothing

I said it's possible that no one loves me
Because I've tried to live my way
Because I've refused to pay the tribute
Of baseness and sins that the world demands of us today

That maybe I'm finished
Or life has defeated me
That I've suffered and cried
That I've fought and laughed
And what have I gained
For being so understanding
Just living desperate
In such an empty world

Last night, I was talking with my cigarette
And when I finished, lost in thought, I remained with sighs
That in this sad verse, which is the world I live in
Only it remains for me as my only friend