La Noche Me Resbala

Tell me, that the night here doesn't end
that I stay as I was
with the desire to fly.

Tell me, that I climb up the branches
my blood spills
and I'm tired of enduring.

Your affection is slipping away from me
through my big silver bullet
that I have to shoot.

I wake up and I already desire you
sleepy and with a bad face
and thinking without thinking.

The night slips away from me
and if I want it doesn't end here
can start over.

And if you aim with my sword
I declare a thousand battles
in my bed of winning.

Tell me, that the night is made of silver
like the edge of a gunstock
like the wishful thinking...

Like suns, without reasons, without colors
like hearts without betrayals
of unused palpitations.

Tell me, let the party begin
the full moon rises
the party has just begun.

And tell me, while I burn the tin
the war stops if you kill me
die from your absence if you leave.

The night slips away from me
and if I want it doesn't end here
can start over.

And if you aim with my sword
I declare a thousand battles
in my bed of winning.

The night slips away from me
and if I want it doesn't end here
can start over.

And if you aim with my sword
I declare a thousand battles
in my bed of winning.

The night slips away from me
and if I want it doesn't end here
can start over.

And if you aim with my sword
I declare a thousand battles
in my bed of winning...
in my bed of winning.