Mis Tres Puñales

Three daggers, I bought three daggers, for you to give me death.
Three daggers, three daggers, for you to give me death.
The first one, indifference,
smile that comes and goes
and enters the blood,
like a snow rose

The second, of betrayal
my back already senses it
leaving without spring
a tree of green mines

The third, make yourselves cold,
in case bravery has it,
and leave me a seashell
to love in present body.