Memorias de Un Adicto

Once again I'm high in the arms of Jesus
I needed His healing, I wanted Him off the cross
And when I woke up, I was riding on a bus
Everything felt like a magic trick

In my backpack, I carry all my nostalgia
Also a few old photos
Dusty and wrinkled like my gray days
It was bitter to remember those old joys

Damn monotony ruined the marriage of those who loved each other
Like my parents, who are separated
Sad mornings, bitter sunsets
In these Dickies, there's no room for drugs with all this depression I carry

If you see me skinny, better roll me a taco
These cravings can't be erased by the nicotine from tobacco
If I sink today, tomorrow I'll find another ship
Happiness is waiting for me past the police checkpoint

The cops are on your tail, the road gets longer
Today I don't care about anything, just thinking about suicide
If I did it, it would be more fun with some pills before I hang myself
Forgive me, Mom, I never wanted to get hooked
Addictions embraced me when no one wanted to hug me

And the most depressing song is the one they usually play for me
With my morals broken, dragging my skin
I want to cut my veins with pieces of tile
I don't know where it is, I just know it went far away
Since then, the reflection looks older

Walking like a hedgehog, I pay more than you count
Always on a downward slope, I don't know the peak
They try to cleanse their sins during Lent
But ignore the neighbor who goes to bed hungry

Go cry after failing your conquest
I'd feel better if Polo didn't find me
Midnight exploits, only the can was heard
The girl pulled a fast one in Santa Maria

I'm waving the flag before I let myself fall
From that poisonous plant, I extract the THC
I'm leaving on foot, how bad can it be?
His last words before disappearing

If you pay attention, you can hear things on the street
Here comes La Llorona, who blew up at the point
They found a corpse that smells like weed in the afternoons
But you know it's me, so better shut your mouth

Blessed is the officer who found the nail of Christ
They found the substance I had hidden in my clothes
After so much talking, I got to know the soles of their boots
I learned the lesson in the ignorance of that idiot

Colorful memories in my house under construction, Cris
Vladimir, you can't smoke here
Please put out the joint and get out of the place
In the end, I only hear: I thought you were different
Yeah, Vladimir, Dirty Elegance, sons of bitches