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"Where are the Thieves?" ( Ciega Sordomuda )

He finishes the arguement with me,
and the methodology,
each time that it appears in front
of me your anatomy,
because this love doesn't understand,
from the hints, nor the reasons,
It feeds off pretexts,
and is missing its pants,
this love doesn't allow me,
to be on foot,
because even it has broken,
my heels,
although I raise I'll go back down,
if you approach me nothing's useful,
for the useless thing,
CHORUS
brutal, blind, deaf and dumb
clumsy, odd, stubborn,
it's all that I've been,
You've converted me,
into something that doesn't do,
Anything else but love you,
I think of you day and night,
and I don't know how to forget you,
how many times have I tried,
to burn you in my memory,
and although I say no more,
it's again the same story,
because this love always knows how to,
make me breath deep,
it leaves me alone,
to fight with the planet
if I could exorcise myself from your voice,
if I could escape myself from your name,
If only I could wrench out my heart...
And disguise myself so that I wouldn't feel this over
again.

CHORUS
rings under the eyes, skinny, ugly, tousled,
clumsy, foolish, slow, touchy, confused,
completely out of control,
you knew but you told me nothing,
you see that I've returned,
you see that my head has turned into a nest,
where only you take shelter,
you don't listen to me,
look what you've done to me
CHORUS

"If You Go" ( Si Te Vas )

tell me what you'll do after seeing her body the first
time,
when your mischievous curiosity dies,
when you learn by heart her twisted words
and decide again to comeback,
I won't be here in the same place
if she doesn't have more than a pair of fingers in
front,
and you discover she doesn't brush her teeth well,
if she takes the little cents you have,
and later she leaves you alone like she wants,
I know you'll come back come one day,
in which she tore you to pieces,
without pillows to cry on,
but if you have decided,
and you don't want me anymore,
nothing now doesn't matter,
because without you,
the world would be the same to me
CHORUS
if you go, if you go, if you leave,
my sky becomes gray,
if you go, if you go
you wont have to come back for me,
if you go, if you go, and change me,
for that witch, piece of trash,
don't come back anymore,
because I won't be here
all new brooms always sweep well,
later you're going to see the bristles be gone,
when her wrinkles fold her skin,
and her cellulite covers her legs
you'll come back from your hell,
with a tail between you legs,
imploring one more time,
but for that, then,
i'll be here a million nights,
far from this enormous city,
far from you,
the world would is now same to me
CHORUS

"Flies in the House" (Moscas En La Casa )

My days without you are so dark,
so long, so gray,
my days without you are so absurd,
so bitter, so tough,
my days without you,
my days without you don't have nights,
if one night appears,
it's useless to sleep,
my days without you are an excess,
the hours don't have a beginning, or end
so short of air,
so filled with nothing,
useless junk,
trash on the floor,
flies in the house
my days without you are like a sky,
without silvery moons,
nor traces of the sun,
my days without you are only an echo,
that always repeats,
the same song
so short of air,
so filled with nothing,
useless junk,
trash on the floor,
flies in the house
stumble on the rocks,
still I keep waiting that you'll return to me,
still I keep looking in the faces of the old,
bits of a child,
hunting reasons that make me believe,
that still I meet with life,
biting my fingernails,
drowing in my tears,
missing you so much,
my days without you
oh how they hurt, my days without you

"I Don't Believe" ( No Creo )

Chorus:
Only you know well who I am
and for that my heart is yours
Only you double my motives
and for that I will go where you want
I don't believe that the sea will someday lose the
taste of salt,
I still don't believe in me,
I don't believe in chance
I only believe in your blue smile
In your look of crystal
In the kisses that you give me
And whatever they say
Chorus
If I say too much
Don't ignore
That nobody will love you more than I do.
I don't believe in Venus nor in Mars
I don't believe in Karl Marx
I don't believe in Jean-Paul Sartre
I don't believe in Brian Weiss
I only believe in your blue smile
In your look of crystal
The kisses that you give me
And they say what they say
Chorus
If I say too much
Don't set to the side
That nobody will love you more than I do.
Oh I want to be your sky
Of your mouth, a song
Of your wings, always to be the wind
Your pinch of salt
A ray of sun
That goes to where you say you want it to go
That you are my slip, my happy country
My spring
My stairway to heaven
That's why I keep here walking with you
And I could never say no to you
Chorus
Your pinch of salt
A ray of sun
That goes where you want me to
That you are my slip, my happy country
My spring
My stairway to heaven
That's why I keep here walking with you
And I could never say no to you
If I say too much
Don't ignore
That nobody will love you more than I do.

"Inevitable"or "Unavoidable"

if I am to confess
I don't know how to prepare coffee
and I don't understand soccer
I think that one time I was unfaithful
I'm a bad player at Parcheesi
and I never use a watch
and to be frank nobody
thinks of you like I do
although you don't care about it
if it is a question to admit
I never sleep before 10
never take a bath on Sundays
the truth is that I also
cry once a month
mainly when it's cold
for me nothing's easy
you should know
me so well
and without you everything is so boring
the sky is tired of seeing
rain fall
and each day that passes by
seems like yesterday
I don't find something
forgetting because
loving you is inevitable
I always knew it was better
when it's necessary to speak of two
I should be the first revealing
you'll already know the situation
here everything is worse
but at least I'm still breathing
you don't have to say it
you're not going to come back
I know you well
I'll manage to do alone
the sky is tired of seeing
rain fall
and each day that passes by
seems like yesterday
i don't find something
forgetting because
loving you is inevitable or unavoidable
I always knew it was better
when it's necessary to speak of two
I should be the first revealing.

"Eighth Day" ( Octavo Dнa )

the eighth day God after so much work
to free tensions already revising
he said everything's fine and it's and hour of
resting
and he left for a walk in given space
who could have imagined that the same God upon
returning
would find everything in a hellish disorder
and that one more he will be unemployed
joining the rate annually growing without stopping
for that then who has seen him
alone in the streets and traffic
he's waiting for somebody patient
one who's calm
and can converse
while so much of this happens the world rotates and
rotates
without being able to stop
and here below some manage us as chess pieces
I'm not the idiot's class
that allows you to convince, but I say the truth
and until a blind man can see it
if for lack of occupation
or excessive solitude
God didn't resist more
and left to another place