Will someone close my eyes before my dead?

On their heads;
they will die;
on their heads
it’s the red point
to shoot them.
Just to shoot them.

This day wasn’t like
others and it won’t
be like some day
on the uncertainly
future that’s behind us.

Tell to your brain:
I will not wait here for
If someday
you will think that my face is enough to dribble.
Until the shadow comes you won’t
try to keep your life alive to breath,
will you think that my face is enough to dribble?

This time my life will stop its breath;
your words used to kill me;
and now my body is discomposing

Tell to your brain
that I will not stay here
just to see how you slap my cheek.
If someday you will think that
my face is enough to dribble
then I will take a photograph
of the ground in your legs
and the blood on your wrists.

Through this morning
I was thinking of the way I need
to pull out your heart
and make it mine,
and make it mine, only mine.

I like to dream about your face;
I like to spit my spittle out of my mouth
and make dry my body to tell
everyone how feels it.

This day wasn’t like
others and it won’t
be like some day
on the uncertainly
future that’s behind us.

Your pictures on my head are destroying me,
so come here and stop this dirty nightmare.
Your pictures on my head are destroying me,
so come here and stop this dirty nightmare.

Your pictures on my head are destroying me,
so let’s wash the skin impregnated of your lips.