Llama por favor [English translation]

The moon is

a carmine-colored orange

at midnight.

I'm barefoot by the window,

watching the old sea wolf leave.

He's whorish and a bastard.

Motorcycles and rock'n'roll,

Leather, tacks, and alcohol. What are you

doing right now? I am trying to stop my heart,

which is a great wharf made of steel, from bursting out of my chest.

As you can see, I do need you.

I hate to admit

that I need

your breath to be well,

and that there's no better nourishment

than the one your kisses give me.

Please call,

I feel so worthless.

I am an airless balloon,

a ship on the high seas,

without a skipper, and adrift.

Please call,

I feel so defenseless.

I lack willpower.

I cannot concentrate.

And I can't find an exit, no.

The radio with its recommendations

for a happy world

unsettles me.

A thousand insane ideas go

through my mind, but I just ignore them.

And though it may hurt me this time,

I have to admit

that I need to have

your body to be well.

I'm in love, I'm lost.

My mind needs you.

Please call,

I feel worthless.

I'm an airless balloon,

a ship on the high seas,

without a skipper, and adrift.

Please call,

I feel so defenseless.

I lack willpower.

I cannot concentrate.

And I can't find an exit, no.

Please call,

I feel worthless.

I'm an airless balloon,

a ship on the high seas,

without a skipper, and adrift.

Please call,

I feel so defenseless.

I lack willpower.

I cannot concentrate.

And I can't find an exit for this, no.

Please call,

I feel worthless.

I am an airless balloon,

a ship on the high seas,

without a skipper, and adrift.