Transfusión

In the midst of so much contamination,
my blood is stagnant, it doesn't want more circulation,
the last drop of light went out
the dry angels look at me saying goodbye,
inject me with a bit of your sigh,
from the serum of forgetfulness, that can heal;
from excess to excess that cannot heal,
more wounds of the soul of never closing forever.

Ohh, it hurts me to say, death is coming
transfusion for this sick love,
transfusion to be able to do it once more
transfusion for my truly sick love.

oh, oh, it hurts me to say death is coming
and so only to us two
infects this end uoh, oh, ouh.

Transfusion