En el cielo
Los Tipitos
In the sky
And that I did nothing
to be with you
to be with you
everything that happens happens
dreams impossible
are like programs
even if you decorate the house, in the neighborhood of death,
of death, la la la la la la
of death, la la la la la la
Listen to me.
I don't eat anything
I live off silence
And just like bait
Someone tastes my body.
Everything matters nothing
My calm is so supreme
But it makes me feel
Like a devil in the sky.
In the sky, la la la la la la
In the sky, la la la la la la
Listen to me.
Angel you let me go
Right in the spring
Plucking my voice
Plucking me
In the sky
The sky is the reflection
of death la la la la la la
In the sky
The sky is the reflection
Of death la la la la la la
Listen to me.