Transfusión
La Castañeda
Transfusion
In the midst of so much contamination
my blood is stagnant, it doesn't want more circulation
the last drop of light has gone out
The dry angels look at me saying goodbye.
Inject me a bit, of your sigh
of the serum of forgetfulness, that can heal
from excess to excess, that cannot heal
the soul's wounds that will never, ever close.
Oh, it hurts me to say, death is coming
transfusion for this sick love
Transfusion to be able to do it once more
Transfusion for my truly sick love.
Oh, it hurts me to say, death is coming
And so, only to us two does this end infect
oh u ooh o oh ohoh o ohoo (3)
oh u oh o oh ouh ohh ... Transfusion
