Bailando En El Desván

When his power traps me,
When it makes me sick
Not being able to ever know what hides behind his mirror.

Who knows when he's worse, if when he laughs or cries,
If when he seeks my warmth or when he ignores me the most.

Dancing in the attic,
Playing with evil,
Dancing with the shadow of his memory.
When I grab onto his passion
And hide in his dreams,
When I want to sleep more, the fear keeps me awake
That when night falls again and I feel her close
Among shadows, she might disappear again.

Dancing in the attic,
Playing with evil,
Dancing with the shadow of his memory.
Dancing in the attic, playing with evil.