I Lost Myself In Loving You

Last Call

i miss you (skin to skin)

not my job anymore

hurts like hell

hurts like hell (feat. Sadie Jean)

Way Out

AL PREGUNTAR POR MI MAMÁ

Acostado en su cama
no aparta la mirada
del “señor” que está en la cruz
¿quién es él? Solo sabe
que se llevó a su madre
y que se llama Jesús.

Su expresión, que es muy dura,
le roba la dulzura
a su carita infantil
que, a pesar de sus años,
el odio ha dibujado
con un semblante muy hostil.

Señor, al preguntar por mi mamá,
me han dicho que usted se la ha llevado:
que ahora estará en el cielo a su lado
pero que nunca a casa volverá.

Mi mamá era su amiga
pues siempre me decía
que tenía que rezar
y antes de acostarme
y también al levantarme
le tenía que besar.

Pero si ahora no vuelve
yo no sé cómo quiere
que yo le vuelva a rezar
pues no sé cómo hacerlo
¿no ve que soy muy pequeño
y me tienen que ayudar?

Señor, yo creo que puede aceptar
el trato formal que ahora le propongo:
deje volver a mamá, que estoy solo,
y yo le quito los clavos y se va.

Esperó una respuesta
que nunca le fue hecha
y rendido se durmió
después que unas lágrimas
regaran sus mejillas
por la enorme decepción.

WHEN ASKING FOR MY MOTHER

Lying in his bed,
he can't take his gaze
off the "Lord" on the cross.
Who is he? He only knows
that he took his mother
and that his name is Jesus.

His expression, which is very hard,
robs the sweetness
from his childlike face,
which, despite his years,
hate has shaped
with a very hostile countenance.

Sir, when I asked for my mother,
they told me that you have taken her:
that she will now be in heaven by your side
but that she will never return home.

My mother was your friend
because she always told me
that I had to pray
and before going to bed
and also when I got up
I had to kiss you.

But if you don't come back now,
I don't know how you expect
me to pray to you again,
because I don't know how to do it.
Don't you see that I am very small
and you have to help me?

Sir, I think you can accept
the formal deal I'm now proposing:
Let Mom come back, I'm alone,
and I'll take out the nails and you can leave.

He waited for an answer
that was never given
and, exhausted, he fell asleep
after a few tears
flowed down his cheeks
out of sheer disappointment.



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