Algún día

An ice sun is born
After a gray fire
making the street
Selling my soul
My face reflects on a silver paper
My life is consumed on a silver paper
Cold brothel, business of an ungrateful moon
In my memory my father mistreats me
I grew up in the violence of the slave night
They call me a whore, heroin kills
The hatred in me is unleashed
I wanted to escape from misery and lost my dignity
I don't want to live like a rat
Ice virgin I resisted from 13 to consumerism who escapes
I just wanted money horrified on the street, nostalgia
My mirror is a badge
My life in flames, a judge claims me
No tears left, the law calls me

Someday, I'll leave someday
I'll leave this life that drags me adrift
I'll stop walking the street to my heart my anger
I won't give up and I'll leave someday

Horse galloping, doesn't stop
White dot, I've already paid my sentence
Wandering again, never serene
Without identity without a ship the sirens sing
I'm a whore yes, what's the problem?
If they fuck me, gentlemen of the system
Family fathers call me a bitch
I have to get out of this shit, it burns me
As a child I wanted to be an empress
Not the simple actress of the same scene
Today I'm just a prostitute
Princess of the night combing in the full moon
At zero degrees ideas freeze
I have no one, the light of the stars
An exit tell me where however
My soul has a price, my heart fights

Someday, I'll leave someday
I'll leave this life that drags me adrift
I'll stop walking the street to my heart my anger
I won't give up and I'll leave someday

Shelter I have to leave the drugs
Cold sweat and tremors my noose
Heal in dream this home, I want to fly
Away from that dust that suffocates me I want to dream
Tie fear, fight cold-blooded in my inner fire
Trip to hell, beg my soul to the devil
Not to drink from the eternal fire
Toy of the sivia, without brothel
Return to sivia gloomy unfaithful theater
Taste of bile bitter taste of yesterday
Hotel stories die stir faith
Brave my heart burned
Gone is that sordid agony
Today I stop feeling envy and garafía
And I stop hearing the phrase, someday

Someday, I'll leave someday
I'll leave this life that drags me adrift
I'll stop walking the street to my heart my anger
I won't give up and I'll leave someday