She was beautiful, her lips were red
Her face was pale, like if the sun has never kiss her skin.
Her voice rhymed whit her face, as with her shape.
Her shadow was bright, when she sang the universe collapse on his own.
She was not human, she was a delusion about to born. She was a hope about to die.
A estas horas con el alcohol que sangro,
Con la sangre que aun no se ah evaporado.
Pienso tanta pendejada como en ella,
Cantando en Ingles, pa quienes se burlaban.