La llamada

I don't know what's happening to me
Feeling sad everywhere I go
I offended my friends
My mother and a god who has me here
Lost in the early morning
I can't find a way out
My strength is running out
Let the world stop
I'm getting off here

I'm a tired soul
Wandering sadly with loneliness
In my gaze
I have nothing left
Just six seconds of life to tell you
That I think of you, of you
Only of you

The beer is finished
That's why I'm not comfortable here
I leave with the certainty
That this world wasn't made for me

And I think of you
With the cold of the gray afternoon
In dreams I see you next to me
And even if it's not like that
About to leave

I make this call
To hold on to life with your voice
My beloved

This call
Is to tell you that I feel alone
And I think of you

This call
Is to hold on to life with your voice
My beloved
This call is from a tired soul wandering
Sadly thinking of you
Of you, only of you