I see the sun slipping on the walls
And again, the ghosts of night
Come to occupy the house
To yell at me things about you
With their army of fears
Loneliness, main dish of the night
Who am I
If I don't know what to do with myself
I don't know that time passes
I know that it's time lost
To breathe is all that remains
And to live, if that's what there is
To open the eyes, to breathe
And to curse the desire to fly
And to see you in the same place
And to see in the clock
Each passing minute die
To stay there to not lose
That which is not your property
To walk with eyes on the floor
And to lose what you haven't found
Nor is the scaffold the house
Nor is the executioner the clock
Nor is each object an enemy
Please no answer my phone calls
I'm not fine, I can say anything
There is no evil that lasts a hundred years
Nor is there an idiot who will endure it
To breathe is all that remains
And to live, if that's what there is
To open the eyes, to breathe
And to curse the desire to fly
And to see you in the same place
And to see in the clock
Each passing minute die
To stay there to not lose
That which is not your property
There is a ghost that walks in the city
It's a shadow and only knows how to breathe
And to live, if that's what there is
To open the eyes, to breathe
And to curse the desire to fly
And to see you in the same place
And to see in the clock
Each passing minute die
To stay there to not lose
That which is not your property
Again, the ghosts of night