Otro jueves cobarde [English translation]

Another evening like the others

without broken loves by chance

another thursday of those that don't let be kissed.

Weren't the chips of remorse

were spiderwebs in the heart

a flower with eye boogers an affectionless lack of affection.

Today that I can't find my nose

Today that I can't sleep

Don't pour honey on the truth,

that if I'm dead is of resurrecting so much.

Another evening that doesn't burn, this evening without day after tomorrow.

Another very coward evening this evening that doesn't try apples.

Another thursday that can't even put its pants down.

Another thursday that gives pity on the corners

this evening with coma 2.

Another thursday like the others

very tuesday, very alike.

I don't declare war at you and you don't sign peace to me.

And the planet dances its gangrene,

and again they messed the party

the idiots on heat and the sopranos with cough.

And today I remain silent to hear what I never knew to say to you.

Don't perfume the truth so much,

that if I'm dead is of resurrecting so much.

Another evening that doesn't burn, this evening without day after tomorrow.

Another very coward evening this evening that doesn't try apples.

Another thursday that can't even fasten its pants.

Another thursday that gives pity on the corners

of this evening in minor FA.

And today that I can't find my nose

Today that I can't sleep

Don't pour honey on the truth,

that if I'm dead is of resurrecting so much.

Another evening that doesn't burn, this evening without day after tomorrow.

Another very coward evening this evening that doesn't try apples.

Another thursday that can't even put its pants down.

Another thursday that gifts pity on the corners

of this hangover without you.

• Artist:Caballeros de la Quema
• Album:Fulanos de Nadie