Morir o matar

You sat right at the end of the sofa
just like you were about to be beaten by something
You said: "There are things we have to learn,
me, to lie, you, to tell the truth
me, to be strong and you, to show weakness,
you, to die and me, to kill"

Then there was silence and it became into
some kind of shared and heavy loneliness,
and loneliness leaded us to terror, which finally
showed us a world we didn't want to talk about.

That's the way our nights were, and so our love
began with silence, then terror
and once there, silence again. Tell me,
Why should we talk about what it could have been,
and it won't ever be, trying to guess what was our mistake?
Why? At the very end, the thing's about to kill or to be killed.

So, if you're still hanging around
And if someone promises you love again,
with money, charm and any song,
please, prepare to run away.
Run away and just stare to
Such vulgar scene.

Knew a hundred women, and won the heart of fifty
Knew about that many men, and with that many went to bed
And waste all the money, and people got tired of
Listening night after night the same sad song.

And now that universe is a empty and cruel place
When there's nothing bigger than his self need.
And lighting a cigar starts his self torture
And someone will be near him, crying out "let your will be done"
And the "Both people and me are guilty"
The thing is about to kill or to be killed, to kill or to be killed


Was that gipsy who read our palms,
said "one of you will murder, one of you will die"
And we left that place, you stared at me frightened
And frightened you said: "Before you kill me, i'll kill myself"

So you started your escape, and I ran into my room
Mixed up white and brown dust on a spoon.
And strill bleeding I phoned you from that hotel:
"Please, understand that something's wrong with me"
And from the other side I head your crying, but I went on,
You begged me to leave you alone once and for all

Andd your falling eyelids seemed guillotines
I'll watch you sleeping and I'll start to whisper:
"Our souls deserve no resting my darling,
but if there's something true, it is that
I love you a whole world with its beauty and ugliness.
Why can't you accept that the thing is just about,
my darling, to kill or to be killed, to kill or to be killed?

I'll die, die, die...
I'll die, die and that's the only thing I know for sure
I'll die, die
I'll die and when I finally do, there won't be any thing
Keeping me to rest, and then I'll get the holy peace
I couldn't enjoy when living, because
Until we die the only choice is to kill, always to kill.