Nana a Una Niña Fría

A cold girl undresses
Mirrors melt like candles
And her pure mother punishes her
Socks fly alongside the stars
She wants the river to wet her
Every time she discovers it behind the door
She perfumes herself with impatient blood
A smell unknown to the dolls

A cold girl undresses
The owls say they haven't seen anything
She plays with lipstick
And embraces the tenderness of the pillow
The devil comes with flowers and wine
She indulges in his tricks
Sleep, girl, for I will be your lover
And hell is sweet like an apple