El Frío Misterio

Don't tell me, don't ask me,
no, no, no, not what once was,
but I'm not thirsty,
the paper jars,
I don't want to be with you.
Don't feel me, you can't feel me,
no, no, no, not what I'll see later,
what I can't see,
the paper jars,
I don't want to be your friend.

Don't throw me, don't tell me,
no, no, no, the color is gone,
It didn't go through Con-con, con-con-con
the taste is over, the seafood is over.
Don't take away my gaze.
no, no, no, not what hurt on the skin,
the fire since yesterday,
the paper jars
the lands of silence.

How difficult the morning
bullets don't enter your room
The warm desire.
Boldly the window
in your desolate back
the cold mystery.

Don't lock me up, you already have me,
no, no, no, darling of color,
the afternoon has changed,
the cold messed it up,
the river is overflowing.
Don't throw me, don't pay attention,
no, no, no, not what fell from the sun,
the cotton winds
from the growing ground
the cold no longer shakes me.

Don't throw me, don't tell me,
no, no, no, darling of color
It didn't go through Con-con, con-con-con
the taste is over, the seafood is over.
Don't take away my gaze.
no, no, no, not what hurt on the skin,
the fire since yesterday,
the paper jars
the lands of silence.

Each step a stumble,
In your bed very early
The eternal cloak.
Each footprint, clear wind,
in your fields, Good Friday,
in your beautiful forests, beautiful