Pajaro Negro
Bersuit Vergarabat
Black Bird
Your heart broke
into twenty pieces
d passion lit up
a blue sun
And reason cracked
like an old piece of junk
uncontrolled ship
lost its rudder.
Tormented at sea
more crazy and sick
that stirred up disgust,
hate and nerves
while a black bird crossed
soaked in mystery
fever rose.
Wind, the fan
hits you in the face
ghosts, little dolls
and soft moans
can make you ruin yourself
if anyone cared
because it fills your veins
with that gangrenous blood.
Memory evaporated
in a dry neighborhood
with consciousness on
nothing was seen
and the traces were erased
behind a door
because love doesn't remember
what it didn't feel
but now calms
the dying heart
even when the most vile power
wants to toughen it,
from the darkness comes
that black bird
hovering over your hell
inviting you to suffer.
Wind, the fan
hits you in the face
ghosts, little dolls
and soft moans
can make you ruin yourself
if anyone cared
because it fills your veins
with that gangrenous blood.
Black bird......
that black bird.......
black bird......
that, that black bird....
blaaaaaack bird
