Muertos

I tremble with the idea
to face a clear day
it's not so simple anymore
as it was in that year
when you HAD LEFT ME
like an unmoored boat
Like the day you knew.

that I can be inside you
that I may be tired
and buy me a torn suit
like a moron's dream
that quite mistreated
He no longer knows whether to get dressed or whether to give up.....

we are dead again...
again..
again..

Whenever I remember that year we spent
It is no longer important...
..that you would have committed suicide
pushing me aside
without being invited
without leaving me a note....

"we're not dead this time"
we are not dead again...
again..

and now that?
What can I do if I'm already DEAD and there's plenty of time?

we are dead again...

I tremble with the idea
to face a clear day
it's not so simple anymore
as it was in that year
when you HAD LEFT ME
like an unmoored boat
like the day you left.....