De Los Malos

And I who am from the bad ones
I would like to become good,
I would like to become good, but you
Have the fear. (repeat)

Fear of what,
Of being kicked without warning,
Of being left picking up your pieces
While I forget that we were something more.
Cover your face, don't leave marks
And while he's distracted, you leave.
No one deserves to be left with marks
And while he's distracted, you leave.

And it's that the day of the night, night
The day is caressing,
The caresses are from the day,
Those who have never been bad,
Bad they are, they are, they are for life.

And I who am from the bad ones...

Tell me why you want the truth
Why do you want the problems
If the problems go away.
And the day is afraid
If darkness comes.
The dream dies of sorrow
When the dark goes away.

And it's that the day ......
And I who am from the bad ones...