Apocalíptica

A rag doll used and not at all spoiled
Dust and sweat, cold hugs devoid of all
Innocence to the sweetness of love

Tell me, where are you going? And tell me, where will you go?

Now I am a disease that infects life
And can't take it anymore

Hell opens the day after asking
God for the crumbs of my heart

Hungry streets, doorways with sad experiences
Like you, there's no one!

Only the embrace of the world will absolve me, warm hunger of skin