Solo para mi...

No me gustan las canciones porque mienten
porque todo se resuelve en tres minutos
son soldados de un ejercito invisible,
partes rotas de un espejo nunca roto.

Te dedico mis canciones porque sientes
que la vida no esta hecha de canciones
Esta hecha de pedazos de tormenta
esta hecha de malditas sensaciones

Voy a contar las monedas
que quedan en los bolsillos del viento
Voy a decirte la verdad
porque yo nunca te miento

Voy a dirigir una pelicula por dia
hasta que al fin
tu seas solo para mi.

You've done your time in Hell...

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."