Buena, Bonita, Barata

Before meeting the Cerberus dog
And going down to the gates of hell
I wear a sign on my face
I sell my soul
Who wants to buy it
Before the rain rises
Before the silence speaks
I wear a sign on my face
I sell my soul
Who wants to buy it
Before my kings sing to me
Autumn dresses the ground with leaves
I sell pretty and cheap
There you have someone who buys, I sell my soul
Before my illusion dies
Before my rose withers in spring
I wear a sign on my face
I sell my soul
Who wants to buy it
Because without you, I am nothing
In my blindness, only your gaze commands
Because without you
I am lost
I wander aimlessly on the paths of oblivion
Before I greet my defeat
Before I am dressed in agony
Before I shed a tear
Out of pure memory of melancholy
Before the moment hurts me
Before I breathe storms
Before everything turns black
May I find comfort in loaded vouchers
Before my sail-less boat
Appears in the sea of drift
Before peace and harmony
And this destiny throws me harmlessly
Before I have a dismissal
In the hand of a one-way trip
Before the deserved verb
Of having had you in the pluperfect
Because without you, I am nothing
In my blindness, only your gaze commands
Because without you
I am lost
I wander aimlessly on the paths of oblivion
Before being in anonymity
Of the curves your body has
I sell my soul