Ábreme El Pecho Y Registra

The sky was red like a poppy
my eyes also red from not sleeping,
the moon gave me the hint:
boy, I'm very lonely!
I throw myself and wake up hitting the curb.

Today I feel, when thinking, like a photo on the
wall
and I don't breathe to avoid making noise
and I don't change position
and if you stop to look at me: punishment,
I burst and don't want to talk.

If everything goes well for me,
I promise you tonight you won't sleep alone,
if nothing goes well for me, go to hell!
and you still owe me a thousand tantrums.

Every time you see me I'm dirtier and more
vicious
and every time you leave I die a little more,
every time you see me I throw myself into your
thought
I renounce time until the end.

If everything goes well for me,
I promise you tonight you won't sleep alone,
if nothing goes well for me, go to hell!
and you still owe me a thousand tantrums.

And it's nothing
compared to the pain
that your gaze gives to my soul
and I can't avoid it;
today I feel like a photo on the wall again
and I don't breathe to avoid making noise
and I don't change position
and if you stop to look at me: punishment,
I burst and don't want to talk.

Not even pouring dust
in the drawer of dreams
I manage to chase away the nightmares
that populate my binges,
long nights of lack of control
and lost fire,
small and fierce beasts
that devour my life
until they get contaminated.