Afuera Está Lloviendo
Guerra Fría
Raining Outside
Sometimes I look up at the sky
And everything seems insufficient
I find you in the most insignificant things
Like a memory that refuses to die
Sometimes I see my hands, tired, worn out from trying so hard
Sometimes sadness overcomes me
And the night falls upon me
Raining outside
The stars have disappeared
The color has lost its hue
There are never any answers
And the torments are eternal
I look up at the sky again
Tears flow
And the heart saddens at your quick departure
Sometimes I believe that hatred is what makes us human
Because every day is a never-ending struggle
A struggle that hurts, that takes, that suffocates
A senseless struggle
Nothing but foolish
The simple illusion of one more day
