Que Se Mueran de Envidia

My soul hurts and I don’t know what to do
Telling you to your face today feels like looking far away
My soul hurts and I’m gonna figure it out
Tell you what I dreamed, long before hell came around

I didn’t want that love that’s just a lie
That rises just like it falls and in the end is nothing
The kind that makes you act a fool, gives you courage
And after a hundred days, there’s nothing left

And I want them to die of envy!
Let them hate us for seeing
The lights come on in the early mornings when I touch your skin

Let them die of envy! Even if they’re already dead
Those who paint everything over
Those who day after day don’t dare to be

My soul hurts and it twists me inside
Princess, I hope you’re doing well
May your story last a long time

My soul hurts and I wish you
That it never strikes twelve
And you never reach your port

I didn’t want that love that’s just a lie
That rises just like it falls and in the end is nothing
The kind that makes you act a fool, gives you courage
And after a hundred days, there’s nothing left

And I want them to die of envy!
Let them hate us for seeing
The lights come on in the early mornings when I touch your skin

Let them die of envy! Even if they’re already dead
Those who paint everything over
Those who day after day don’t dare to be

Let them die of envy!
Let them hate us for seeing
The lights come on in the early mornings when I touch your skin

Let them die of envy! Even if they’re already dead
Those who paint everything over
Those who day after day don’t dare to be

My soul hurts and I want to figure it out