El Asesino de La Ilusión

There is some time left at the station
There is some time left in my corner
Just a song for you

Your steps, your aroma, your breath, your voice
And never a goodbye
Alone, a song for you
I will avoid your shadow

The deadliest smile, the deadliest memory
The most fatal dance
The one that writes your voice
I can't talk to you like that
I can't see you like this
A cluster of hymns from yesterday

The afternoons of the dead overshadow the bar
And the mourners will silence their rage and it's all because of you
Paying for the nights of shootings
People will disappear
Where are they?

They are a pretext for life, they are a pretext for peace
They are a pretext to love, they are pretexts to fight
Just lies, the ones your voice writes
I can't love you like this, but I hope to see you there
A bunch of hymns from yesterday and without your voice

I will avoid your shadow, I will spit on your name
The deadliest smile, the deadliest memory
The most fatal dance, the one your voice writes
I can't love you like this, but I hope to see you there
A bunch of hymns from yesterday and without your voice
You will cover yourself in a disguise, you will make your gesture more biting
All the insensitivity of the killer of love
A criminal on a couch
A criminal in an attic
A criminal in a sedan

The killer of the illusion of love

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