La Depresion

She got used to her world, turned away from the sun
Said goodbye to time, to sleep better
The queen of the night was the boost
And the cold of winter never forgave her

She woke up crying, feeling let down
Searching for the reasons behind her despair
The serious consequence, the desperation
And the sick game of transformation

She doesn’t understand why
It turned into a winter
Her little summer of San Juan
I see you a bit sad, my love
Don’t cry this morning
Depression is a killer
It came to visit you

Her smile fades and she asks me about
She’ll keep acting, dying from the pain
The room suddenly becomes a prison
She puts out the fires with resignation

She doesn’t understand why
It turned into hell
Her little summer of San Juan
Invisible miracles
And I understand that
My wild little night
Took away her joy

Her smile fades and she asks me about
It’s winter baby, depression has arrived
What a stupid thing our conversation is
What a horrible thing our room is

Her smile fades and she asks me about
I have a little excuse to live better
A canapé of dreams, a desolation
And a sick device, it’s called a heart

Her smile fades and she asks me about
It’s hell baby, depression has arrived
What a stupid thing our conversation is
What a horrible thing our room is

Her smile fades and she asks me about
It’s hell baby, depression has arrived
What a stupid thing our conversation is
What a sick thing our relationship is

(Ha, ha, ha, ha, la-la-la-la)