Damned be the day I stepped on the border
and you rode straight to my heart.
You became the owner of my beat and my thoughts,
and you hooked me to the pumping of your heart.
And with the absence of pain
and that peace overfilling my reasoning
you drowned all my anxiety
in an enormous artificial lake.
Which is sold in the alleys
and the gloomy corners of my city.
Like in any romance, the first month was the good one,
and soon, soon the pleasure disappeared.
Your name alone sharpened in me the desire
you fueled with a new hole.
But then that tremor
soaked by the water of sweat.
I tried to endure a thousand times.
I had to look for you a thousand more.
I found you in the alleys
and the gloomy corners.
I found you in the alleys
and the gloomy corners of my city.