Lyrics of De Mi Muerte - Canserbero

De Mi Muerte (original)

Hoy me fui a la cama tomado
Girar el techo vi cómo un reloj por mil acelerado
Tuve un sueño de esos que sabes que estás en un sueño atado
Abrí los ojos y vi a un niño parecido a mí sentado (parecido a mí…)
Y yo
Que no soy supersticioso supe que es otra vil obra de arte del subconsciente
Sabiéndome soñando pregunte al allí presente
¿Dime quién coño eres…
Y aunque era sólo un niño en los ojos podía verle
Que se trataba de mi mismo y no podía temerle
Me dijo: hermano duerme (hermano duerme)…
Y al despertar estaba en un diván consciente
Y, pude notar que al lado estaba un anciano sentado
Me hacia hablar de cosas que me habían pasado
Noté que de un psicólogo se trataba
Y que mi monólogo escuchaba sin parecer asombrado
Y dijo ¡Para!
Deja de quejarte por ahí por nada
Tienes una misión allá abajo y no está completada
Y vi su cara, cuando estas últimas frases gritaba
Notando que se trataba aunque ya vieja de mi propia cara
Me dijo debes recordar íntegramente lo que te diré
Pues no repetiré lo consiguiente…
Se trata del secreto de la vida y siempre
Que nazcas de nuevo cantaras esto a tu gente
Y dijo: Debes cantar como si nadie te estuviese escuchando
Debes bailar, como si nadie te estuviese observando
Debes amar sin miedo a ser traicionado
Aunque sin darle prioridad al que prioridad no te ha dado, claro
Debes reír si pasa algo que te avergüenza
Igual tarde o temprano todos olvidaran la mala experiencia
Debes cerrar los ojos ante un buen olor
Y disfrutar despacio todo buen sabor
Felicidad it’s not about tenerlo todo
Sino ya no desear nada bobo
Es obvio que hay que echar pa' lante y estudiar, más
Trabajar es el modo pero apartando del camino el lodo
No vale la pena vengarse, por algo que no valga la pena
La vida es corta, y la pena es larga, cuando esta llega
Díganse soluciones no problemas
Propongan cosas por hacer no todo es criticar las fallas del sistema «rela»
I know that I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one
No te olvides del prójimo si se te multiplica el pan
Ríete en la tristeza, llora de alegría
Y no olvides que cada día que pasa se acorta tu vida, ehh!
Ser feliz no puede, quien no sabe lo que quiere
Empieza a ser tu mismo y deja ya de ser quien no eres, mere
Que imitaciones abundan, originales escasean
Y los chances, son como las mareas, van y vienen
Pasan «puel"frente no se detienen
Atrévete a amar y deja de llorar por lo que no tienes
Nunca debes dejar que un comentario te complique
Porque aún mejorando al mundo alguien habrá que te critique
Y dije ¡Para…
Haz que despierte y juro voy a cantar todo esto en sus caras
El anciano aceptó y chasqueó sus dedos mientras suspiraba
Pero sorpresa mía fue al ver donde despertaba…
Me hallaba en un ataúd rodeado de toda mi gente
Llorando mi cadáver que podía mirar sonriente
No era mi subconsciente… (No era un sueño, se trataba de una verdad)
Y recorrí mi velorio atravesando a los presentes
Excepto en esta escena estuve yo soñando siempre
Se trataba de mi muerte… (Se trataba de mí, se trataba de mí, se trataba de
mí, se trataba de…)
Al caminar, lamenté irme de este mundo amargo
Sin terminar, la misión por la que ando penando
La cual se trata de cantar lo narrado
Por el anciano aquel que al yo morir nunca será escuchado
Y dije ¡Para!

(translation)

Today I went to bed drunk
Rotate the roof I saw how a clock for a thousand accelerated
I had one of those dreams where you know you're in a bound dream
I opened my eyes and saw a boy similar to me sitting (similar to me…)
And me
That I am not superstitious I knew that it is another vile work of art of the subconscious
Knowing that I was dreaming, I asked the one present
Tell me who the hell are you...
And though he was just a child in the eyes I could see him
That it was about myself and I couldn't be afraid of it
He told me: brother sleeps (brother sleeps)…
And when he woke up he was on a divan conscious
And, I could notice that next to it was an old man sitting
He made me talk about things that had happened to me
I noticed that it was a psychologist
And that my monologue listened without seeming surprised
And he said stop!
Stop complaining around about nothing
You have a mission down there and it's not completed
And I saw his face, when these last sentences he shouted
Noticing that it was, although already old, my own face
He told me you must fully remember what I will tell you
Well, I will not repeat the following…
It is the secret of life and always
May you be born again you will sing this to your people
And he said: You must sing as if nobody is listening to you
You must dance, as if no one was watching you
You must love without fear of being betrayed
Although without giving priority to the one who has not given you priority, of course
You should laugh if something happens that embarrasses you
Sooner or later everyone will forget the bad experience
You must close your eyes to a good smell
And slowly enjoy all good flavor
Happiness it's not about having it all
If not, I will no longer wish for anything silly
It is obvious that you have to move forward and study, more
Working is the way but keeping the mud out of the way
It is not worth taking revenge, for something that is not worth it
Life is short, and sorrow is long, when it comes
Tell each other solutions not problems
Propose things to do not everything is to criticize the failures of the «rela» system
I know that I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one
Do not forget your neighbor if your bread multiplies
Laugh in sadness, cry in joy
And do not forget that each day that passes your life is shortened, ehh!
He can't be happy, who doesn't know what he wants
Start being yourself and stop being who you are not, mere
That imitations abound, originals are scarce
And chances, they're like the tides, they come and go
They pass "puel" in front they don't stop
Dare to love and stop crying for what you don't have
You should never let a comment complicate you
Because even improving the world someone will criticize you
And I said stop...
Make me wake up and I swear I'm gonna sing all of this to their faces
The old man accepted and snapped his fingers at him as he sighed.
But my surprise was to see where he woke up...
He found me in a coffin surrounded by all my people
Crying my corpse that could look smiling
It was not my subconscious… (It was not a dream, it was a truth)
And I went through my wake going through those present
Except in this scene I was always dreaming
It was about my death… (It was about me, it was about me, it was about
me, it was about…)
As I walked, I regretted leaving this bitter world
Unfinished, the mission for which I am suffering
Which is about singing what is narrated
For the old man who when I die will never be heard
And I said stop!