Los Estomagos - Vicios (English translation)
Night, night, night, night, night
uncomprehensible mixture of sounds
and vices, slowly
slip into my senses
Old stories, endless memories
idiot phrases, unbearable people
my body lost in the veil of some vice
my life turned off in a kiss, nothing more.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
that oblivion will have their nets
it's too easy to cut life
it's hard to live death.