Balas de Cristal

Life stops one day, from the outside you see
the days passing by like a gift, with no sense anymore
hangover after binge drinking, it's something so natural
not knowing if it's morning, or afternoon when waking up

Every day it's harder to breathe,
every night is bitter
every day it's easier to forget,
every night is longer

Your last woman laughs, and says as she leaves
confronting your lies, is losing without betting
and once again she turns her back, it's all that's left
ambushed in memory, along with other backs...

Every day it's harder to breathe,
every night is bitter
every day it's easier to forget,
every night without you is longer

I have crystal bullets
and also a mask
And metal wings
with which to fly

I have crystal bullets
and also a mask
And metal wings
to escape...

And you're lonelier than a dog,
more broken than an ideal
more tired than a vampire
dreaming at his funeral
and if you don't shoot yourself
it's for safety
that inside your head
you have crystal bullets

Every day it's harder to breathe,
every night is bitter
every day it's easier to forget,
every night without you is longer

I have crystal bullets
and also a mask
And metal wings
with which I can fly

I have crystal bullets
and also a mask
And metal wings
with which I can...fly.