Buena Bonita Y Barata

Before meeting the jailer
And descending 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 bush 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 my defeat greets me
Before I am dressed in agony
Before I shed a tear
Of pure memory of melancholy
Before the moment hurts me
Before I breathe storms
Before everything turns black
May I find comfort laden with vouchers
Before my sail-less boat
Appears in the sea of drift
Before peace and harmony
And this damn destiny throws me innocently
Before I receive 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 that your body has,
I sell my soul