La sombra cae,
la vida duerme,
el dolor despierta.
Tristes monstruos vigilan,
murmuran, sollozan,
sienten la angustia de la nostalgia.
Desechos de un mundo frío
que agonizan sin saberlo
en un mar de sufrimiento y amargura.
Lanzan al viento sus llantos sin lágrimas,
agotadas hace tiempo.
Y mueren cada noche, sin haber muerto.
The shadows are falling,
the life is sleeping,
the pain wakes up.
Sad monsters are watching,
whispering, crying,
feeling the anguish of homesickness.
Trash of a cold world
that, unknowingly, are dying
in a sea of suffering and bitterness.
They throw to the wind their cries without tears,
exhausted time ago.
And they die every night, without having died.
