Aviones plateados [English translation]

I see your house from my balcony

chimneys and your clothes to the sun

silver airplanes rubbing the roofs

dressed in the bed I watch your window

I look at books of paintings that I stole

I'm not hungry, i won't eat today

I don't know what I'm complaining, I have what I want

I'm free before the mirror I don't come out now that I can

And you always say I'm a soul from hell

you must be right, maybe it's true

I always use to want what I don't have

and now that you're not here I'm consuming

Dirty clothes, pictures I painted

old records, all laying everywhere

a fifteen days beard, I wouldn't get up

mess in campaign I know now she cheats on me

Credentials of possession how stupid

these jealousy held me I don't know what I believed

And I who said finally I have her

and I was around everything, let's see if I learn

And your letter confused me, now I understand

your look warned me. "I'll never return"

• Artist:El Último de la Fila
• Album:Enemigos de lo ajeno