El Cuadro II [English translation]

My eyes go to the painting.

Something has lit itself up

and inside it the figures dance.

They look at me intently and get bigger.

My body weighs less.

I feel I am rising.

Warhol's pistols

without ammunition.

The situation in my brain clouds over.

Surrounded by glances

something blurs the lines,

and I accept its inside colors

and my figure suffers transformation.

And those white eyes,

I bring myself back to their side.

They make me feel this way.

They are after you...

they are after you.

• Artist:Héroes del Silencio
• Album:Senderos de Traición