Un ángel turbio
Chucho
A Murky Angel
At half height, you can see
A murky zone, there he is.
His transparency turned to ice
When the murky dust flooded the skin.
It's my old vice, the one that comforts me most,
The one that makes me tremble and feel like dying.
My deadly sin, the one that comforts me most,
The one that makes me tremble and want nothing more.
A murky angel is about to fall,
He's a half-made human.
And I’ll fall too,
You know I limp on the same leg.
It's the vice that loses, the one that disturbs, the one that transports,
The one that makes you find love in it.
The love that hurts the most, the one that disturbs and transports you,
The one that makes you tremble and lose yourself in it.
Today I found out the air was clean,
The air is flowing.
Today I discovered my friend left me hanging,
The air is flowing.
A murky angel is about to fall,
A murky angel is about to fall.
He's a half-made human
That unfolds into another skin
And unfolds into another skin
And unfolds into another skin.
A murky angel is about to fall
From turbo hell, turbo hell.
A murky angel is about to fall
In a turbo prop, turbo hell.
