Ken Zazpi - Iluntzean(1)

as every day There is too much paint trying to cover the face of suffering being unable to find in front of the mirror unable to remember what she wanted to be all the time thinking about high school times about the canutos smoked behind the wall her inside shouting in those dark vestibules the first kiss given to the boy lost illusions forced smiles in the broken heart they have blasted unable to feel the pain of all wounds facing the future surviving with the usual minimum as the day gets dark on the port of Mundaka a cigarette in hand is fleeing far away on the waves looking for her star no more suffering smiling and feeling alive aaaaaaaaaa on the port of Mundaka a cigarette in hand is fleeing far away on the waves looking for her star no more suffering smiling and feeling alive on the port of Mundaka a cigarette in hand is fleeing far away on the wave looking for her star no more suffering believing again, feeling alive