La Casa De Los Basurales

Strolling through that trash house all day long,
remembering those ghosts from the corner, I fell silent.
Those crypt monsters, the ones who only drank blood,
and so I kept passing by the trash house, a genuine house,
that primordial house that once gave her life.
Of those crypt monsters, the ones who only drank blood.
And I would relive those lovely nightmares,
those nights of terror in their lair,
living among horror heroes,
and smiling and smiling and smiling...
And in the crypt you hear screams and voices singing,
and they keep growing, old scent, I'm still there,
escaping, returning, old corner, I'm still there, returning,
sighing, old corner, wait for me there.
Strolling through that trash house all day long.