Yes, the party is over,
or has it not even started?
We will have to see the traces.
Alcohol sterilizers,
practitioners of a strange religion
like a beautiful nun,
let's see what she says.
María de las Nieves locked herself in my room,
she has cold feet and a sinister dagger on her nightgown.
María de las Nieves, my heart breaks.
The dirty house remains in the dark,
the black hand is in a sea of u200bu200bdoubts,
shuffles the cards,
the hand has a face.
There are lights from the portals of Bethlehem,
there are those who try to have a good time,
there are two thousand pesetas,
you can barely see inside the face of a poet.
María de las Nieves locked herself in
my room,
her feet are cold and I get the feeling
that she has lost
the notion of time and the sense of touch and hearing
María de las Nieves locked herself in my room,
why will she be so still? The others have left
and on my ring finger there is a metal ring,
I hear the cry of a child nearby, ah...!
The others are gone They have gone.

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