Lay me down,
leave me until I rot.
Go check the stained bed
and remove the corpse.

In a hole of fire throw it in,
let flames purify what once was me.

Palabras ocultas en su cuaderno barato.
Palabras no dichas por una tonta razón.
Imágenes y recuerdos se vuelven fantasia;
su mente trastornada corrompe su corazón.

Pienso en vos cuando muero de frío,
pienso en vos cuando me puede el hastío
de un amor sin sentido,
de un amor sin latidos.
Y es que preferiría estar en tus brazos
que en la miseria de este eterno ocaso.
Y es que me conmueven tus caricias y tu calor,
cuando acá sólo parece haber dolor.
Lágrimas sin secar
y noches en vela,
cómo si mí amor por él
fuese una maldita condena.
Por eso me escapo a tu recuerdo,
con tu voz en mí mente, finalmente, me duermo.
Y es que el cuerpo a mí lado ya duerme hace rato,
y es que en su curiosidad perdió la última vida el gato.
Y todavía sigo acá con una compañía ausente.
Y todavía sigo acá, siempre al pendiente.
Otra noche más pensándote.
Otra noche más diciéndo que me iré.

En mis sueños me atormentas,
e incluso en ellos te vas.
Me dejas sola, abandonada en la fría oscuridad.
Juro ya no hacerlo,
prometo no caer,
pero una dulce sonrisa me vuelve a convencer.
Y ahí voy, una vez más, pensando que vale la pena.
Fingiendo no ser consciente que tu cariño envenena.
Con un estúpido mensaje me desarmo, lloro y muero.
Con otro insignificante mensaje revivo y me río, pero sé que no es lo que quiero.
Quiero un cuerpo a mi lado, anhelo una mente llena de universos.
Deseo un toque, un roce, un cálido abrazo.
Sólo pido una conversación, que deje tu mente al desnudo, que nos enrede en un lazo.

Papi tiene razón. Papi sabe bien.
Él me explica, me aconseja, me hace despertar.
Pero como una niña caprichosa tengo que chocarme contra la pared un millón de veces más y mi cabeza reventar.

Cuando el tornado se vuelva brisa
y ya no tenga lágrimas que llorar.
Hasta que mi corazón ya no soporte,
y aprenda a sumergir mis pies en el río en vez de hundirme en el mar.

Slow dance with me
at 3 a.m
to the sound of rock and roll,
keep up with me if you can.

The notes of your guitar,
the way you play your song,
your hand between my thighs
makes my flower grow.

Messy black hair,
cigarette smell,
sweet ***** lips,
enchanting me under a spell.

****** friends,
he sits and stares.
Burning smoke through my throat,
he doesn’t even care.

Motionless wrapped in your arms
Is this another way of suicide?
He’s making me drool all over the place,
fast calloused fingers through the strings with grace.

Sitting on his lap,
I can hear his heart.
He could soften mine,
fill that missing part.

Black and blue,
I don’t want to know
who you’re playing songs for
late at night tomorrow.

Cause I’m only for fridays,
I’m only for fun
but it hurts so good,
I adore when he’s bad.

La necesidad de un cambio,
casi desgarrador,
que promete una revolución
a nivel interior.
La palabrería
ha nublado toda la razón,
sin lógica alguna
ahora seguís al corazón.
Te lleva a situaciones
donde te disparan a quemarropa.
Ya deberías haber aprendido
a cerrar un poco la boca.
Aunque hay luz
por encontrar
todavía no sabes bien
dónde buscar.
Pero estás creciendo,
ya casi lo logras.
Cuando encuentres a tu gente
no te paran más.

A girl singing in a club,
nothing stood out but the dark.
She sang a line that made me smother,
she summed up all of my days throughout
sometimes wish I'd stayed insde my mother,
never to come out
and then the piano notes floted in the air
falling softly like dust
melting everything it touched with no care,
my life was on the edge to combust.

My dreams turned to black,
I cannot get them back.
My life is an error
but now I'll spread terror.
They all made me cry,
killed all light inside.
They laughed at my hopes,
but I'll be the one tying their ropes.
I'm broken apart,
now I'll smash their hearts.
No mercy nor remorse,
you better be calling your hearse.
The pain becomes rage,
I won't be sorry for the rampage.
Because the tears that I've cried
no one heard through the night,
the tears that I've bled
show the words that they said.
My empty brown eyes
for sure you'll despise.
And your warmth they will steal,
you'll tell me how painful it feels.
I'll crush your head open,
I fantasize about it popping.
I'll torn apart your chest,
with a demonic wrath you'll be blessed.
One day they'll beg on their knees
but I'll have become a deadly disease.
If you're wondering when will it end,
it's simple, with the caress from a friend.
A friend who's hurting like me,
someone who comes as a soft breeze.
A caressing hand to free me from disease,
a gentle touch to make my cold dead heart unfreeze.

The soul wants to get out of the body,
it pushes hard through the eyes.
I sight a plane far up high in the night sky
and I realize I am obssesed with freedom, a new sunrise.
The plane disappears behind a tall building
taking away the oportunity of being free in this city of the unkind.

Where is the kid I used to be? Where did she go?
Where is the love I used to breathe?
And I think, I wonder
why was it that we wanted to grow up?

Ella escribia,
palabras sin sonido,
palabras que nadie leia.
Y estas la sanaban
al igual que una curita;
Cubriendo el dolor
pero humedeciendo la herida.

I'll go bottled blonde,
I'll be, again, fragile and skinny.
In plastic surgeries
I want to waste every penny.
I wear makeup
until my skin's all messed up.
I took thousands of pills
until my stomach said stop.
I work out until fatigue,
I write down every meal.
When you say I look better
it gives me self esteem.
But fear strikes evey time
that I get closer to the scale.
It scares me that instead of a number
it'll show the word whale.
I desire to be
the prettiest in the land.
I long to have
the perfect golden tan.
Delicate flower
for everyone to stare.
The magnetic one
that has nothing to repair.
I want to look radiant,
I want to look like a star.
My idea of the perfect weight
will make me take it too far.
But I don't really mind
about my health nor my spirit,
as long as I'm adored,
as long as I have a merit.
They only see you if you're pretty,
they ignore all the wrong;
You may be unstable
but you're worthy of a song.
And I'm not even concerned,
not like someone will notice.
No one did the last time
but anyway I'll tell you this:
I don't care if you find out
all the things that I conceal.
You can talk all you want,
I have nerves of steel.

He's done after so little shared,
and now she knows that he never cared.

After days of crying she has realized
it was a game she lost and she now pays the price.

All that we could have been but never will be.
She whispers as she remembers the latest nice memory.

His perfume, his electric guitar, his cigarette smell;
the perfect combination that got her under a spell.

The worn out black leather jacket soft to the touch,
she wishes to hug, to keep it forever, a craving clutch.

Without explanation he suddenly disappeared
leaving her alone, all she, from the beginning, feared.

I will never love, I will never trust.
I will be careful even when it's just lust.

Will it get better? She doesn't know.
She will never admit that it felt like true love.

Unworthy person, a player, a bane.
But it will pass and she will try again.

What would it take for me to feel real?
Maybe money or someone that for me would kneel.
What would make me happy?
A university degree or just chocolate toffee?
I see people finding their way and everything stays strangely in order.
Maybe I have to sign a contract or just to cross the country border.
I'd feel content if I knew how to paint, how to write or how to do a speech
or simply it would make me want to escape to a quiet beach.
My head finds places, feelings and people that seem surreal
and I watch the sweet alyssum die while I skip another meal.
A simple but terrifying question burns my mind,
will I always feel so empty even if all of it I tried?
If it is all pointless in the end, what is it then to be living?
I refuse to exist in automatic but does life have any meaning?

The rain has stopped
but the sun is out sight.
The sky is cloudy grey
and I've grown numb.
I think I miss the pouring
hitting on my skin,
at least I had something
to make me feel.

She mumbles in her sleep,
worthless thing she couldn't keep.
The magnetism turned into cruelty
and the guitar plays a disastrous melody.
Absentminded lover who was never there,
now he's not here and she is aware;
People like him cannot make it last.
He likes taking roses from behind the glass.
He lets people in but "Do not touch anything!"
Peeking through the window is the same **** thing.
She now understands and tries to accept.
You know, she's just me, who would have guessed?
I know you didn't mean all the nice things you said,
to you I was just a new marionette.
I just wanted your love and protection
but you gave me a kick in the face with no hesitation.
You took it all and broke me apart,
but let me tell you the very best part;
I thank you for the depression thrill
but I never needed you and I never will.
She's me and I am her, we keep each other safe.
We are one, an union you can never take.
Bruised heart? Yes. But guess what, snake.
This one you can never break.

Si usted no me recuerda
está bien,
me perdí en algún lugar
y tal vez ya no voy a volver.
Si usted no me recuerda
está bien,
mi esencia es de fantasma
y no me puede ver.

Be careful
  
         for what once makes you feel complete then leaves you feeling empty,
        
              for what burns like branding iron then cools down to be the coldest thing,
            
                   for what once was special then turns out ordinary,

                         for the soft breeze which becomes into a hurricane

                                  and for life which suddenly brings you to death.

No tengo recuerdos de haber nacido. Quizás nunca lo hice.
Quizás sólo soy un alma vagando eternamente sin sentido.
Aferrándome a lo único que me conecta a la vida,
unidos por un delgado hilo *****, demasiado fino para soportar la distancia que recorro.
Dolencias que llegan de ninguna parte, llegan para no irse. Tal vez un asunto sin resolver... o varios.
¿Qué debo hacer? ¿Hacia dónde debo ir?
¿Acaso me permito quedarme un poco más? ¿O debería desistir?

Sadness and cigarettes,
you erase your pain with razor blades.
People ask you why
but you never reply.

Drugs and different adictions
which are of self infliction.
Every dream turn to dust
and the blame is on the past.

You are running out of time.
You said: " I have nothing to call mine".
Empty bottles on the floor,
cops are knocking at the door.

Painful way you chose to walk.
The neighbours standing in the whole block.
They are talking ****
but they will never speak.

The life of despair will be forgotten,
just the same way they forgot you were broken.
Adictions took you away
but you've never been so happy till today...

Niega toda razón lógica,
absorto en un va y ven
de pensamientos incesantes.
Inmensurables fantasias
desgarrando la realidad.
Mientras el domingo
le da la bienvenida a la noche,
todos están moviéndose.
Paso los días abrazada
a la vieja soledad,
le digo que su visita ya es abrumadora,
pero aún así la invito a una taza de té.
Y pasa el día,
llevándose mis ganas,
llevándose un poco más de vida.

Y es que nadie sabe
cuánto añoro
esos gentiles labios
que acababan
con mi triste soledad.
Y es que ya no encuentro
una muestra de cariño
que de un solo golpe
se lleve la tempestad.
¿Volverás algún día?
Vaya uno a saber.
Sólo sigo pensando
en todo lo que pudimos ser.

And I'm sorry if I keep on spinning.
I'm sorry I made you believe
that I was someone appealing,
that you could trust in me.

I'm not playing the victim,
I'm just trying to explain
that I'm always quitting,
that your efforts are in vain.

I've never seen a brighter red than your Honda's one.
The rigid metal cold to the touch contrasts with my warm palm.
Its black wings, mistrustful, promise to enchant you away from me.
They tell me about your reckless riding through the wild city.

Morning glory flowers surround your backyard,
and unlike them we always come alive at nighttime.
Under a ethereal dark blue ocean starred sky
I stare at you stealthily, it doesn't take much until I decide to dive.

Your grey waters and my black waters do not compare,
all of this mismatch leads me to deep despair.
Sinking deep down, it gets darker, but somehow we can breathe.
Trading love to forget our sorrows, hoping it will work as Lethe.

El corazón ya muerto,
los ojos hinchados.
La continúa espera
que no lleva a ninguna parte.
Veo la luna brillar
pero el sol nunca sale.
Y en una noche eterna
te sueño entre mis piernas.
Y siento ese olor dulzón
de las amarillentas páginas
de un libro viejo
que leíste mil veces
y, aún así,
esperas un final distinto.
Las polillas empiezan
a comer las páginas
y con ellas se llevan,
de a trocitos,
tu recuerdo.

Una noche cualquiera,
mientras se asomaba por el balcón,
la luz de la luna atravesaba
su ***** y azul corazón.
Ella recitaba sus poemas secretos,
en cada fonema su voz estaba al borde de quebrar.
Despreciable rasgo humano, solo observa
las lineas de sus lagrimas brillar.

The echoes from the demons seem to never end.
And from all the existing things I wish you could always be my friend.
The present disassociates, I live in the past and hope in the future, an utopian dream.
The people that surround me swear they never meant to be so mean.
My inside child's demise was so tragic and raw.
All of that changed me into a fragile mind that lives bar through bar.
And as I write this your text lights up my phone screen, if I ever thought that I loved you, now, I'm begging you to just leave.
This family is a cold play, this friends are plastic dolls, my mind code is flawed, my lover never had the *****.
I wander through the hall of this lonely house, wishing I could blood paint the walls, wishing to find a cause.
And if I don't make sense don't you think it's all made up, it's just my non functioning head speaking after too many cups.

Con la sangre en la copa
y el rojo en la boca
realiza un ritual
de origen medieval.
Tal vez se ha vuelto loca.

Joven taciturna de labios abandonados,
quien, ya sin esperanza, busca amor en cualquier lado.

El estado recurrente de aislamiento marca su existencia
y empeora su obsesiva limerencia.

Si dejara de decir ojalá y comenzara a actuar
quizás su vida empezaría de una vez a cambiar.

Pero es pasiva, soñadora que no se guía por la realidad.
Su carácter y comportamiento siempre la llevan a la soledad.

Los ademanes tan dulces y su enorme compasión
generan el mismo sentimiento agradable que da el petricor.

Gran hallazgo para quien logre conocerla,
pues ella no se abre a nadie. Escondida perla.

Llegar a su centro puede ser complicado e incluso un hastío,
pero es encantadora aunque su cabeza sea un lío.

Si te esfuerzas por entrar en la casa del caracol
te sorprenderá ver que es tan bella como el arrebol.

I promise I will follow.
I give you my word.
Late night lover,
can I steal your last glow?

Push me up against the wall,
kick me out of your house,
pull me on back to bed,
can I be the cat or will I always be the mouse?

Please, stay with me.
Invite me over tonight.
Cancel your plans.
Will you always make me cry?

I spend the night alone
and once again I regret
that I opened up, what a fool!
Will I always lose my own bet?

Cuántas noches habré llorado
sintiendo un profundo desamor.
Tantas veces me he intoxicado
con un cigarrillo sanador.
Esperé un abrazo que nunca llegó,
di más de lo que tenía pero nadie lo vió.
Consciente de mí angustia, incapaz de lidiar con ella.
A veces, simplemente, la vida me atropella.
Y pertenezco a un oscuro y extraño lugar
del cual espero algún día poder escapar.
Si un día te vas, de antemano lo habré adivinado
aunque no admita jamás cuánto te he amado.
Una ruta solitaria por la que nadie maneja,
largo camino arruinado y no puedes presentar quejas.
Y se hace de noche pero no brillan estrellas.
Camino sola y se borran mis huellas.