Malas noticias

The night is falling
and with it falls the time.
The day was useless,
an afternoon of clouds without rain.
Today the sky is made of cement,
it seems like God is dead.
They knock on the door of the house,
messengers of misfortune...
bad news!

In the neighborhood of hell
death is looking for a job.
Run, run because in the square
knives are being paraded.
Oh! hearts of ice,
the night of a black Friday
and in the corner pool halls
they are gambling with their lives...
bad news!

There are fiery hammer blows
against the glass of silence.
The lost steps stop
in a starry night.
He stayed still on the ground,
alone, surrounded by fear.
To the south of the big city
Satan is having a party...
bad news!

Good and with a good face,
sentimental and sincere.
He died for no reason, for nothing,
on a long early morning.
And now she lives suffering,
fighting with sleep;
she drinks and cries non-stop
from night till morning...
bad news!