De otro color

Yeah, It's not a matter of age. If a puff transports me to another world
It's normal for me to write this, right? Yeah, Porta, Soma, Mizok, Córdoba and Barna, Yeah

Everything changes color, it's nothing like they paint it for you
I wish to be happy in a different reality
Far from where I am, away from all the bad
That wants to harm me and you won't be on my side of the glass
I see a clear sky with tears in my eyes
I see blurry, the clouds cover the Sun and in my anger
There's your image, engraved in my heart
Deep down it keeps beating just out of obligation
I keep thinking about a maybe, about a perhaps
If an I love you from you was truly sincere
The past stays behind and I stay with it
Trapped between an image captured on another paper
I see it raining but I don't even flinch
I watch the hours go by counting every minute
Every second everything gets darker
I know it's hard to move forward without any friend
It's just a blank page that listens to me, maybe it understands me
And knows that there's only a desire to cut the veins
To know if it's true or not that in your life it happens in moments
In just an instant in which you're seen happy
Smiling towards a future that doesn't exist
But no, I'm not a coward even though I remain sad
I keep locking myself up crying in a long silence
I want to be strong I know, but that desire is reluctant
Although I continue despite every inconvenience
That crosses my path, I keep firm and smiling
But only in dreams I see you next to me
I keep believing in those dreams, I don't accept that I lost you
I'm a lost child looking for friends, soul, and heart
A child who lost faith, inspiration
A passion all my dreams are shattered
The illusion extinguished died changed your photo to a different color
I still remember that goodbye, that cold and dry goodbye
That farewell without a simple hug, a simple kiss
The lack of affection, your distance, your words
Missing something for which you're nothing anymore

For a woman I got hooked on everything I detested
Now I think of pain, I see everything in a different color
Each puff is a relief, a sentence
I even feel sorry for myself, God come and cut my veins

I ride on a sea of anguish within my illness
The only thing I fear is getting used to loneliness
I wonder, what's happening to me? And I know what I hide
Because I believe my sky is centimeters from the bottom
I hold your hand and our bodies dance united
And I fall silent, I feel vulgar seeking hope
I get sad, I think I have what I deserve
I'm tired of obeying and looking like a doll
So, anyone writes relaxed
It used to be fun and now I feel overwhelmed
Dry mouth, finally found peace in the ink
I find inspiration and words in every tear
If that cold goodbye hurt me
But there are things that I only tell the blank page
In the paper is the extermination designated by the demon
But you're going to bed with nothing written and with insomnia
So if every day is a living hell
I don't want to be in a heart that doesn't beat for me
Writing feels heavy to me, why do I fall in love?
And every second you're not with me I deteriorate
I'm on the edge of an emotional abyss
I remember your smile while you slept and little else
I would never tire of being your prince charming
And loving until death I don't see it as a virtue
Even for you I would give my life
I feel a little emptier with each hug, with each goodbye
I miss what I love
And what can I do if an I love you from your mouth gives strength to my dynamo?

For a woman I got hooked on everything I detested
Now I think of pain, I see everything in a different color
Each puff is a relief, a sentence
I even feel sorry for myself, God come and cut my veins