If anyone could hear
The sound of my feelings
Would be painful and distressing
As a mortal wound
That never heals
And never kill neither let live
As a despair that flows like blood
As a life that ends now
Before thy eyes

What is the cold among the immensity
Where everyone seeks only
The satisfaction of his own desires
And contributes to the misery of the world

Still regrets superficial wounds
And questions the reason that does not belong to you
The world will not turn in favor of himself
Always been so and nothing ever changed
Although the night were so long as to want to give up
The morning even arisen over again and again