Si de rabia no más

Damn, the sorrows are hidden
I want to crush them and I can't find them
not a single one that breaks my veins
and it took my breath away without a hitch.

Why the hell do they get inside?
like a bug that eats meat
maula pain that enters the center
right in the middle of everything that burns.

Maula pain that enters the center
right in the middle of everything that burns.

I wear tanned foreign leather
so I can endure the life I have
but life has no meaning
If you live from sorrow by dying.

They come from where I never see them
yes it seems like they were born with me
and they enlarge and rupture the chest
and they leave me like a wounded tree.
And they enlarge and rupture the chest
and they leave me like a wounded tree.

Not a flower when pain grows
and I don't feel a nest in my branches
only the wind stuns me and it seems
that hurts me and crushes me defeated.

But my roots must not dry up
while a little water falls
and a sparrow that needs my shadow
and a little piece of sunshine that is mine.
And a sparrow that needs my shadow
and a little piece of sunshine that is mine.

Damn, the sorrows are hidden
If with everything they have to see that I can endure
I don't cry for them so they become cool
If out of rage I just sing them to you.
I don't cry for them to make them look cool
If out of rage I just sing them to you.