Cerraron Chipinque

Come back home, please
Spring stole your presence from me and I can't stand this winter
The cold has become fiercer, it has taken away my voice
And I'm dying to tell you that I'm dying

And the Sierra Madre looks lonely
From my bed, I give up on the melodrama

When you don't feel anything, when you don't feel anything anymore
When the play finally ends, find a way to tell me the time
When you don't feel anything, and the Sun takes away the shadow
And you're not so broken anymore, and my mouth fits yours
I count the hours until you feel nothing

Winter, you will abandon me
You wouldn't be able to tear off my clothes with your gaze like that
Yes, it's true, you speak the truth, I get paid to sing
Everything comes out of this cup

When I no longer feel anything, when you don't feel anything anymore
When the play finally ends, find a way to tell me the time
When you don't feel anything, when everything goes against me
Scream my defeat, be proud
I count the hours, count them

Come closer, tell me
How vile and shameless I am
They're right, they're right
It's not just a rumor
We will have the conversation
About how despicable I am
They're right, they're right
Maybe a little worse

That's why I sing this in your honor

The Sierra Madre forgotten
Opposite to your face, every morning

I want to feel nothing, when you don't feel anything
And everything goes against me, scream my defeat
And be proud
I count the hours until you feel nothing, uh-oh

That's why I sing this in your honor