Historias prohibidas (Nos tiramos a joder)

This story that goes, no one ever dared to tell I remember very well, it happened a long time ago,
there was nothing to eat and I lacked time to think,
I killed my prejudices and I will never unearth them again
we ate ice, we vomited without rest,
now I'm thirsty, I remember the whiskey piercing my skin.
Talk to me, I'm forbidden and I know it.
We have realized,
I want more and the situation is messed up.
I stole many years of tranquility from my father,
I left a thousand secrets yet to confess to my mother,
I lost my calm and in a bad dream I found my enemy
then everything ended and now only bad mood remains.
Sometimes to be born and sometimes the desire to end it all.
I call you again, I have a hard time until I forget again.