Obsesión

No. This night won't pass
A long time under his hand
Enduring like a used rag
Piece of meat rotting away,
Smaller than a beetle

In bed, you will know how to endure humiliated underneath
And then the kids also treated in the same way

In your hands a knife, tough years

Sinister plan in the smoke coming out of your cigarette
Very calm in the security that slow revenge provides
In the shadow you wait for the moment to pounce
No hurry to finish what you have desired so much

In your hands a knife, determined to finish

Sitting in the chair, drunk as always
A good blow to the heart, hopefully he never wakes up

In your hands (obsession) a knife (obsession)
Tough years (obsession) by his side (obsession)