A las puertas del deseo

I walk through the darkness
The wind prevents hearing his steps
And observes with difficulty
That he barely feels his hands anymore
In the corner of your neighborhood
He will sing a love song
I know you fog up the windows
I know it's hard to stop looking
But there's no other way
When the mouth refuses to speak

Hot blood drips on the ground
The steel doesn't know how to think
It's hard to endure
I feel the flame of a little hell
That burns for not being there
It's hard to resist
The old ghost watches without fear
The place where you want to dream
It's hard to endure
It's hard not to dream

I can hear your thoughts
There's something hidden somewhere
Maybe under your pillow
Between whispers and silences
I can distinguish the voice
Your muffled sound
Of an old love song.

Hot blood drips on the ground
The steel doesn't know how to think
It's hard to endure
I feel the flame of a little hell
That burns for not being there
It's hard to resist
The old ghost watches without fear
The place where you want to dream
It's hard to endure