El Cuarto de Al Lado

My established superego
Was masturbating that night
When the elders told me
That your arrival was imminent.

I cursed you. I cursed them
I cursed the whole world.
I was a filthy child
You were shine, you were a charm.

And today I find myself facing the most beautiful debt.
Which is to write you a song.
Which is the owner of the most joyful action,
Which is to steal your attention.
To tell you that it's your hug
That makes me feel alive
And your smile is that device
That executes my enthusiasm.

You should start finding out
That there is no pleasure like it
That your giant heart
Lies in the room next door.

Whether cheerful, sad, or grumpy
Having you close helps me.
Because for me it must be perfect
That you are the daughter of my parents.

And if I shout that I love you
It's a twisted shout
Because I feel like I'm lying
And underestimating what I feel.

And today I find myself facing the most beautiful debt.
Which is to write you a song.
Which is the owner of the most joyful action,
Which is to steal your attention.
To tell you that it's your hug
That makes me feel alive
And your smile is that device
That executes my enthusiasm.