¿Qué Demonios?
Platero Y Tu
What the Hell?
Look at that corpse! Pray not to return.
He has seen that in the forests there are only cardboard flowers.
A thousand shivers wander on your skin
and unease strikes your heart.
You see the rain fall but it doesn't wet your skin.
You see the sun rise and the illusion blinds you.
Why has all those people started to run
if they know they can't hide from fear?
What the hell! But what the hell!
In your eyes there are only demons;
nothing good... there's nothing left there.
