Un desarrollo de mariposas muertas en mi estómago. No son fáciles de digerir, molestan y yo las quiero expulsar,
antes de que consuman mi ser y sigan con mis órganos.
Piojos mentales extinguen y eliminan mi potencial imaginativo y espiritual.
Son difíciles de matar, pero yo quiero excluirlos, antes de que tomen posesión.
Tengo gusanos en los oídos que me apartan de mi facultad auditiva.
Son inquilinos no deseados y yo quiero deportarlos, antes de que se eleven al poder.
Mis ojos de bambi ven quimeras a veces. No debo hacerle el favor de perderse en la fantasía, antes de enloquecer.
En mi corazón hay pájaros soñadores que a menudo quieren volar hacia la libertad, pero son prisioneros, porque saben que no saben volar.
A development of dead butterflies in my stomach.
They're not easy to digest, they're annoying and I want to expel them,
before they consume my being and then my organs.
Mental lice extinguish and eliminate my imaginative and spiritual potential.
They're hard to kill, but I want to exclude them,
before they take possession.
I have worms in my ears that take me away from my ability to hear.
They're unwanted tenants and I want to deport them,
before they rise to power.
My bambi eyes see chimeras sometimes. I mustn't do you the favor of getting lost in fantasy, before he went mad with such joy.
In my heart there are dreaming birds who often want to fly to freedom,
but they are prisoners, because they know that they don´t know how to fly.
by So Sunny
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