El Hombre Ke No Pudo Dejar de Masturbarse

When October fell upon his eyes
the days of seeing me in anger ran out
He walked among islands without a safe harbor
like blind men who glance sideways at the future

That no one turns off the light, to be able to see his eyes
that no one turns off the light, to be able 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 village
with the winter fold that comes from the side
with fear crouched and with the saint in turmoil

That no one turns off the light, to be able to see his eyes
that no one turns off the light, to be able 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 find out about 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 that 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 (tie you up...)
and it's with you that I want to masturbate until the end... mmmm

That no one turns off the light, to be able to see his eyes (And everything else!)
that no one turns off that light
to be able to see the light of his light
and the light of his light of that light

When my eyes fell on those eyes of yours