Una Rata Muerta en los Geranios

With an empty breath my mouth
It's late at night
And I can't sleep.
My laughter is silent and dark,
It controls my lips, forces me to lie.

Fog covers the park,
It puts a veil that takes life
And gives illusion.

I need some paradise
That forces my body to play with you
Although I'm tied to your mischief
You know I'm always in favor of goodbye.

Dogs, like ghosts surrounding us
In the mist as we walk.
Beauty is always fearsome
And it becomes difficult to bear,
When you go from one silence to another
Covering your eyes with my loneliness.

Clouds that are suspicions,
While I receive perfumes of the storm
You see them.