Hasta Que La Muerte Los Separe

His bad aim with the keys
Announces a wretch behind the door
With wolf skin and a coward heart
With more than a thousand reasons to hate him

Through the hallway creaks a wood
Just like the soul of that mother sounds
Because he doesn't hit with an open hand, no
It's something he learned watching his father

She grabs a knife and doesn't know what to do
Whether to cut her veins or stab him
She leans on the fridge, lets herself fall and crying
She begs him not to always hit on the same side

Husband and wife until death do them part
And she hopes it comes from his hand
Because only then she can return part of the damage
Because she went to the law and the law sided with the other
The bruises are not enough
Nor to cut to zero his sincere love to condemn him

He only feels safe
Sewing his heart to his fist
A man who is jealous even of the wind
Because he knows he's just shit inside

But life gave him back the slap
Recording that moment in his memory
Moment when he lost control of his hand
Drowning what he had killed long ago

She grabs a knife and doesn't know what to do
Whether to cut her veins or stab him
She leans on the fridge, lets herself fall and crying
She begs him not to always hit on the same side

Husband and wife until death do them part
And she hopes it comes from his hand
Because only then she can return part of the damage
Because she went to the law and the law sided with the other
The bruises are not enough
Nor to cut to zero his sincere love to condemn him

Husband and wife until death do them part
And she hopes it comes from his hand
Because only then she can return part of the damage
Because she went to the law and the law sided with the other
The bruises are not enough
Nor to cut to zero his sincere love to condemn him

And death didn't scare her
And she left so smiling
And it was the last time she cried

And death didn't scare her
And she left so smiling
And it was the last time she cried