Malo (en inglés)

Malo
A cold night
scented snuff and dirty gin,
I fear traveled while crossing
the fingers behind the door.
Your child's handsome face is gone
eating time for your veins
and your macho insecurity is reflected
every day in my lagrimitas.

Again no, please, I'm tired
and I can not with the heart,
Once again no, my love, please
do not shout, the children sleep.
Once again no, please, I'm tired
and I can not with the heart,
Once again no, my love, please
do not shout, the children sleep.
I will become like fire,
I will burn your fist of steel,
arrears and the value will my cheek
pa collect heridas.r
Bad, bad, bad you are,
I do not want to hurt, no;
stupid, stupid, stupid you are,
do not think better than women.
Bad, bad, bad you are,
I do not want to hurt, no;
stupid, stupid, stupid you are,
do not think better than women.
The day is gray when you are
and the sun back out when you go,
and my penit heart
I got to swallow with the cooker.
my beautiful girl smiling
has been aging in silence,
every time I say bitch
your brain is smaller.
Again no, please
I'm tired and I can not with the heart,
Once again no, my love, please
do not shout, the children sleep.
Once again no, please, I'm tired
and I can not with the heart,
Once again no, my love, please
do not shout, the children sleep.
I will become like fire,
I will burn your fist of steel,
and the arrears will my cheek
value pa charge wounds.

Bad, bad, bad you are,
I do not want to hurt, no;
stupid, stupid, stupid you are,
do not think better than women.
Bad, bad, bad you are,
I do not want to hurt, no;
stupid, stupid, stupid you are,
do not think better than women.
I will become like fire,
I will burn your fist of steel,
and the arrears of my cheek
will charge the value pa wounds.
Bad, bad, bad you are,
I do not want to hurt, no;
stupid, stupid, stupid you are,
do not think better than women.
Bad, bad, bad you are,
I do not want to hurt, no;
dumb, dumb, dumb you are,
do not think better than women.
Bad, bad, bad you are,
because you're bad;
Bad, bad, bad you are,
I chilled, it hurts.
You're weak and you're wrong
and do not feel better than I or anyone,
and now I smoke a cigarette
I miss you and the smoke in the heart because ..
Bad, bad, bad you are, you,
Bad, bad, bad art, yes,
Bad, bad, bad you are always
bad bad bad you are.
On a chilly night filled with the aroma of snuff and cheap gin, I find myself navigating fear while hiding my crossed fingers behind the door. The once handsome face of your child has vanished, as time devours your veins and your macho insecurities are reflected in my tearful eyes every day...