Alguien preguntó: A dónde van las esperanzas cuando mueren?...Yo pienso que deberían de ir al peor lugar que exista, se lo merecen

I'm waiting for the night to fall

When everything is bearable

And there in the still

All that you feel is tranquillity

There is a sound in the calm

Someone is coming to harm

I press my hands to my ears

It's easier here just to forget fear

And when I squinted

The world seemed rose-tinted

And angels appeared to descend

To my surprise

With half-closed eyes

Things looked even better

Than when they were opened