A Bailar Que No Hay Infierno

Laugh, purr, and yawn
Can do that all day
What? Don't you see?
That it's sinking you!

Moans, mocks, and bets
On your ugly and old skull
What? Don't you see?
You're so old, Goat!

You're no longer her beloved hero
And in that rock and roll, you're doing badly, very badly
And you don't want, you, old dog, to listen to friends
Let her not mess with me

I recognize that bitch by her gaze
That cuts your wings and leaves
Secret and gloomy sorrows
The smile doesn't dance in her eyes

Not anymore, don't you see?
That she's sinking!
She's so loose-lipped and enjoys
Tangling everything she weaves

What? Don't you see?
You're so foolish, Goat!
You're no longer her beloved hero
And in that rock and roll, you're doing badly, very badly

And you don't want, you, old dog, to listen to friends
Let her not mess with me
I recognize the bitches by their gaze
That cut your wings and leave

Chugging some beers
Dawning on any street
Your friends know her ass better than her face
She laughs when lying in your bed

She says it's a bed of agonies
Of love fevers
She's mocking
And you can't escape her mud

For grieving for what was
And for what could have been
Your pride is no longer displayed
You're no longer her beloved hero

And in that rock and roll, you're doing badly, very badly
And you don't want, you, old dog, to listen to friends
Let her not mess with me
I recognize that bitch by her gaze
That cuts your wings and leaves