La Dicha No Es Una Cosa Alegre

A little party was set up,
an ugly laugh.
You are not indestructible,
how do you endure that hell?
You dream of the bonfire where you always
are the firewood.
How much longer will you be
enslaved like this,
hiding in your loneliness?
You are sinking deep,
deep...
You are drinking too much
and tolerating everything.
You hurt your heart
because she has left you.
You are left biting the air,
alone and without pain.
How much longer will you be
enslaved like this,
hiding in your loneliness?
with your TV torture,
always like that.
The little woman you love,
that gentle judo flower,
plays the Zulu magician
and mixes your poisons
making herself clever,
always hateful and faithful.
How much longer will you be
enslaved like this,
hiding in your loneliness?
You are sinking deep,
deep...
While life goes by...
Oh! While life goes by
without you realizing, there you are
with your spaced-out face.
Your guardian angel is, of all,
the dumbest there is.
How much longer will you be
enslaved like this,
hiding in your loneliness?
With your TV torture,
always like that.
You have the best hand
to seal your lips...