Cuando Pasan Las Madrugadas...

Despicable is the cold
That hits in the early hours
Several years have already passed
Over my face

I wonder if maybe
They have thought today
About my arms already tired
Of giving them surplus value...

This shadow, I know it is
The anguish and the irrationality
Of these sad days
Subdued to the gray and cold chains...

Feeling every abuse and every wrong
Like a dagger opening my heart
For years giving my efforts
And I don't even know what my direction is...

But here I go
Here I go, today...

The bloodshot eyes this early morning
Rejecting the cold of my soul
My condemned children already without hope...
Time is running out, let me...

My days are numbered...
I see myself finally dismembered
... The insomnia of disappointment
Is the only thing my heart feels today