Viajando al fín de la noche

Driving it's six o'clock,
the bottle between my feet,
sorrows travel by car,
torment of dawn,
the moon begins to fall,
and the sun murders the night.

Today with blood I will write
that a damn woman
was the cause of my ruin
and, I will never forget
that a long time ago another woman
mercilessly gave me life.

To endure my sentence
and rest my sorrows
Who will lend me a heart?

Asphalt starts to rain
tears fall on the shoulder
and the sky spits reproaches
cursing I don't know who
I go like Christ without faith
traveling to the end of the night.

I am a track without a train.
A nun in a brothel.
An empty bottle.
I am like an upside-down glass.
Like Cain without Abel.
A lost battle.

A paradise on earth?
The truth is that a tormented soul
lives better than me.

The headlights no longer let see.
The needle pointing to a hundred.
The veins filled with night.
The machine dies of thirst.
Engine, drink and run.
Someone will die tonight.

I will never write a book
I will never plant a tree
nor give life to a child
time is always late and this time,
will be the last time
dear sister Death.

To endure my sentence,
and to rest my sorrows,
Who will lend me a heart?