La Casa Está Vacía
Quique González
The House Is Empty
What to do with all the anger we have stored?
Where can we release it?
We have weapons, betrayals, engines, and drugs
and an audience hungry for truth
When I had doubts, they kept me in the dark
but I didn't tell them anything about you,
I'll wait for the madness show to end
to give you a missed call.
We had a car with the keys in the ignition
and the lights on.
The house is empty.
What am I going to do with all the cold corpses,
the friends I let down?
In the crooked line of the right path
towards the tunnel of my seven lives.
Sometimes she stayed with her boots on
and fishnet stockings.
The house is empty.
