The first thing I wanted was to go far away;
in the album of stickers of resignation
we hit the children who hated the mirrors
Rita Hayworth gloves, streets of New York.
I barely saw an eye winking at my life
I asked him to dispose of me at his will,
she gave me the keys to the forbidden city
I, everything I have, that is nothing, I gave it to him.
So I grew up flying and flew so fast
that even my own shadow of sight lost me,
to erase my prints I destroyed my shirt,
I confused the neon lights with stars.
I cheated poker, I disappointed my friends,
on the bench of a park I slept like a dormouse;
for saying what I think without thinking what I say
more than one kiss they gave me (and more than a slap).
What I know of forgetting I learned from the moon,
what I know of sin I had to look for
like a thief under the skirt of some
whose name I do not want to remember now.
So, for now, no good bye guys,
I fall asleep in the burials of my generation;
every night I invent, I still get drunk;
So young and so old, like a rolling stone.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)