Aviones Plateados

I see your house from my balcony
Chimneys and your clothes in the sun
And silver planes skimming the roofs
Dressed and in bed I watch your window

I look at painting books that I stole
I'm not hungry, I won't eat today
I don't know what I'm complaining about
I already have what I want
I am free in front of the mirror
I'm not going out now that I can

And you always say that I am
A soul from hell
I'll have to agree with you
Maybe it's true

I always tend to want what I don't have
And now that you are no longer here
I'm wasting away

Dirty clothes, pictures I've painted
Old records, all lying around
15-day beard
I wouldn't get up
Disorder in the campaign
Now I know he's cheating on me

Credentials of possession
What nonsense!
And those jealousies have burned me
I know he believed me

And I said finally
Now I have it
She was back from everything
Let's see if I learn

And your letter confused me
Now I understand
Your gaze warned me
I'm never coming back