De este lado de la noche
Los Tipitos
On This Side of the Night
Lives in the dark half
The black half of man
Knows that his life is his own
Arrow that cuts through the wind
Carries a lit torch
That lights up a hole in his chest
A light that shapes the world
The lanterns of the eyes
A flower in the garden
And thirst facing the sea
Tattletale heart
That I can no longer hold back
It broke through the wall
The garden and the flower
Tattletale heart
You won't know of my desire
The spirit in the skull
Stirs restlessly and speaks to him
Of an ancient and certain fear
For love, the sacrifice
The words of doubt
Are fear and are death
Knows that his life is his own
Arrow that cuts through the wind
Look at how many people are alone
On this side of the night
Tattletale heart, you won't know of my desire.
