Hóesés [English translation]

Your engine picks up speed, your nose is burned out

New rounds are coming and it never stops

Your eyes are brimming with tears, you're downer day by day

You know something is missing, you can't find your place

Snow that doesn't fall from the sky, snow that doesn't fall to the ground

Snowfall, but at the end it's you on the ground

You know, dust is a too great master

If the fog rises, only cold fear remains

You would do anything to feel good again

Your money has already gone and you don't have anything

But it's morning again and you're craving for it

Snow that doesn't fall from the sky, snow that doesn't fall to the ground

Snowfall, but at the end it's you on the ground

You know, dust is a too great master

Too great master, too great master, too great master, yeah !