Pesadilla (en inglés)

Pesadilla
How to forget
this Christmas
No sunbeams
Because it's winter
Color lights
spiritual atmosphere
And everyone
Blind for gifts

I run to reach
The metro leaves me at home
I'm on my way
And I open the door
No one home
No tree
Only TV
I call my dog
And we hit the couch
I take the side of the mattress
I feel someone hitting
I get up at open
And darky girl greets me
He says if I can give a rate of flour to make a soft bread
I go to the kitchen and sadly I reply that I have not
She smiles tells me it is not true
They are excuses to be hooked
Show off your room she tells me
And invite you to stop thinking
My dog ​​starts barking
And she hits me
Get a gun and wants to kill me
It is professional thief
professional thief
La, la, professional thief
You're listening to the radio FM stereo tronic
And this tip is not to trust strangers
This world is very dangerous
And sometimes a cute flower
You can become your worst nightmare