Aviones Plateados

I see your house from my balcony
fireplaces and your clothes in the sun.
silver planes skimming the roofs,
dressed and in bed I watch your window.

I look at painting books that I stole...
I'm not hungry, I won't eat today.
I don't know what I'm complaining about,
I already have what I want,
I am free before the mirror
I don't go out now that I can...

And you always say that I am
a soul from hell
I will have to agree with you
maybe it's true
I always tend to want what I don't have
and now that you are no longer here
I'm wasting away

Dirty clothes, when I have "painted"
old records, "to" out there "throw away"
fifteen days beard, I wouldn't get up
disorder in campaign,
now I know you're cheating on me

Possession credentials,
what nonsense
This jealousy has "burned" me
I don't know what I believed

And here I was saying..."finally
now I have it"
and I was already back from everything
Let's see if I learn

And your letter confused me,
I'm never coming back
your look warned me
I understand now...