Córtala Y Olvidala

I can't help it
even your wound still bleeds me
it bleeds without provoking it,
without syrup or disinfection
the on-call doctor said,
said it had to be cut off,
cut off and forgotten,
it must be easy for you, I said,
because it's my wound.

Like a blind man towards the fire I traveled,
butterfly wings
of all the wounds I had,
you were the most beautiful.
Wound that bites kills me life
with furious death.

Like a blind man to the fire I want to go
and that fire is no longer for me.
Like a blind man towards the fire I traveled,
butterfly wings
of all the wounds I had,
you were the most beautiful.
Wound that bites kills me life
with furious death.

Like a blind man to the fire I want to go
and that fire is no longer for me