Prima Tristeza

First Sadness,
You who show your panties to life,
Don't forget to get out of my head,
You stretch and in my veins
You put tears like punches,
So that it hurts when I cry,
You have stayed attached
to a fringe of my wounded soul,
Maybe you are dying like me,

With my sorrow, Sadness braids itself,
And then parades it through every glance,
When I wake up, it charms me,
If I rest, it doesn't stop giving me a hard time,
I wish it would die tomorrow,

First Sadness, where are you?,
I search at the bottom of the glasses,
And I find you when no one pays attention to me,
You come with me if I leave,
You die for me when I'm not around,
I'm left naked with everything I give you,
A smile appears,
I resurface slowly,
Maybe you are dying like me,

With my sorrow, Sadness braids itself,
And then parades it through every glance,
When I wake up, it charms me,
If I rest, it doesn't stop giving me a hard time,
I wish it would die...
...tomorrow, lonelier than the air,
Lying in bed, tomorrow,
Covered in dreams,
Painting my small world in colors.