Intruso

There is an intruder in my room
I see it through the window
Me outside and he inside a saint
I am the one with a profane life

That intruder in my room
He dresses in my clothes
I yell at him, he doesn't listen to me and the more I try
The more he takes my things, the more he takes them

It's anatomy
Identical to mine
His face is one of joy
Mine is agony

Misery, treasure
He laughs, I cry
Mine adopt it
They cover him up
What I stole is appropriated
Happy, I'm sad
Intruder you made me disappear