como un Papel

Like a paper exposed to the sun that burns slowly.
Like answering, neither yes nor no, with broken arguments.
Like aging suddenly and dying suddenly...
Like not knowing if north is up, down, or in front.

I can say that my irrationality controls my instincts.
My heart, a restless one, who likes danger.
The madness I handle is so adulterated...
Today my shadow is a reflection of two hundred thousand looks...

I let a closed mouth speak for me,
I leave a forgetfulness to memories that are worthless,
I look around in fear and don't see things clearly,
I look into the void and don't understand all that needs to be understood...

Desolation... the discomfort.
The decision... to abandon.

Like ending, period, and staying silent.
Like walking and pondering over past moments.
Like describing death without having known it.
Like wishing for luck that has long been lost.

I will tell you about the great virtue of smiling, that I am absent,
Of gratitude towards the future, I confess my indifference.
Recognized falsehood, spreading in the city.
Drooping wings, resurrect in a bar.

I want to find around here, a sad ballad.
I also want to share, a bitter drag.

Desolation... the discomfort.
The decision... to abandon.