El Hombre ke no podia dejar de Masturbarse

When October fell upon his eyes
The days of seeing me in anger ran out
He walked among islands with no safe harbor
Like blind men who glance sideways at the future

Let no one turn off the light, to see his eyes
Let no one turn off the light, to see the light of his light
And the light of his light of that light

I will dream that you dream an indiscreet dream,
That awakens secretly in a remote town

With the winter fold coming from the side
With fear crouched and the saint in turmoil

Let no one turn off the light,
To see his eyes
Let no one turn off that light,
To see the light of his light
And the light of his light of that light

I want to be in all, intoxicate you alone
I want to know your steps,
Even those that are not exact
I want to violate you, and explore you every night
And be the only dog that barks at you,
That bites you and manages to catch you

I will wish that your wind does not bring rest (not even one)
Control you desirously, I am a jealous old man (crafty, morbid)
And that's why I want -sometimes- to tie you up (knot you...)
And it's with you that I want to masturbate until the end

Let no one turn off the light, to see his eyes (and everything else!)
Let no one turn off that light, to see the light of his light
And the light of his light of that light.