Esta noche bailaré con el Diablo

This night I’ll dance with Devil



Yes I know
I am not an Angel
despite my wings
my wings

I am tired
of smoothing
the darkness
of others

Thisn night
I'll dance with Devil

At the rhythm of terrible Life
full of broken broken bars

His fire
it can`t burn my mud
but i'll transform me
into liquid powder

Dripping through his hands

A wonderful end
for a movie that
I did not write

Dripping through his hands