Frente a Frente
La Trampa
Face to Face
Today that you wanted to play, oblivion sits in front of you
Table of black liquor, grave of wounded cards
Cynical fatal scene in which a letter dies
Letter that was the best of your luck killed
Face to face they have remained
They play alone hand in hand
When there is no luck left
Only the devil has fun
Today when you wanted to play your cards feel the cold
Cold that marks the end, oblivion touches your shoulder
Today you wanted to toast, celebrate the welcome
The jester who bids you farewell laughs in front of you
Face to face they have remained
They play alone hand in hand
When there is no luck left
Only the devil has fun
Today you wanted to play
Swallow your luck another luck
Today when you wanted to win you lose your strongest card
Face to face they have remained
They play alone hand in hand
When there is no luck left
Only the devil has fun
Today you wanted to play
