El Jardín de las Delicias

Rain and death, it's such a black day
that even the sky crushes the ground,
How lonely and sad I am, sir!
with my old friend fear.

And while the world hides
I stay with him and his caresses
crying, as only a man can cry
in this Garden of Delights.

My nights have been a tormented sea,
puddles of light were my days.
I have sinned by forcing locks,
I have also closed some wounds.

I am an example of the unfortunate,
bad at times, but without malice.
This is the story of a man who has cried
in this Garden of Delights.

And as you see me, you will see yourself
at dusk with a penitent candle.
Through crossroads and paths,
carrying with me and a white nightgown.

The devil painted this picture,
who also wrote this song.
The luck that has befallen me
has been a poisoned gift from god... or both.

(Alone)

Red light hotels from time to time
lying awake in the worst dives.
The dirty and warm sheets,
everything else dirty and cold.

I enter, I leave, I go with the flow,
and end up in an empty alley.
Crying, like a man cries
in this Garden of Delights where I have fallen.

Bright looks in dark hours,
don't see all that I've gotten into.
I've even come to drink the moon
and miraculously I'm still alive.

But I'm tired of enduring the night,
I've endured my share of laughter.
And I leave crying like a man cries
from this damn Garden of Delights.

And as you see me, you will see yourself
at dusk with a penitent candle.
Through crossroads and paths,
carrying with me and a white nightgown.

The devil painted this picture.
He also wrote this song.
And the luck that has befallen me
may you never travel by my side, I wish you, yes, from the heart.

(Alone)