Pájaros Disecados

I didn't know what was happening
I felt sad and overwhelmed
So depressed that I had my head
Full of stuffed birds
I have something bitter for each day
I have an ending for each summer
I have a corner next to my knee
I have the problem for the result

I am the author of my wounds
What do I care if it's a lie
The truth is that they hurt me
If the heart turns to crumbs
Sadness every day
Comes and eats from your hand

I know I have to forget
This cold January month
Then I will shine again

I'm not sure if I have the certainty
That the coin falls on the other side
While doubts spin in my head
Just like if they were dice
They are the remains that are left of me
What I could save from the fire
They are the traces I leave when crossing
Through my own desert

I am the author of my wounds
What do I care if it's a lie
The truth is that they hurt me
If the heart turns to crumbs
Sadness every day
Comes and eats from your hand

I know I have to forget
This cold January month
Then I will shine again

I am the author of my wounds
What do I care if it's a lie
The truth is that they hurt me
If the heart turns to crumbs
Sadness every day
Comes and eats from your hand

I know I have to forget
This cold January month
Then I will shine again