Mi Estrella

My Star

Mi Estrella

I have to resort to my little intelligence,Tengo que recurrir a mi poca inteligencia,
it's taking away my desire to walk my grass path,me está quitando las ganas de andar por mi senda de hierba,
and covers it with stones.y la cubre con piedras.
It has no name, it doesn't exist, but I can see it,No tiene nombre, no existe, pero puedo verla,
it's made of precious metals, it's expressed in wood,es de metales preciosos, se expresa en madera,
where the hell is my star?¿dónde hostias está mi estrella?
It shines in turns for those who desire it,Alumbra por turnos a quien la desea,
when it cries for me, I open it upcuando me llora la abro de piernas
and wait for me to tell a thousand stories that no one cares about.y espera que cuente mil cuentos que a nadie interesan.
Where the hell is my star?¿Dónde hostias está mi estrella?
that shakes the ashes that still burn me,que sacude las cenizas que aún me queman,
arranges them and spits them out in fist and letterlas ordena y las escupe en puño y letra
and waits for me to tell a thousand stories that no one cares about.y espera que cuente mil cuentos que a nadie interesan.
I ask my senses, one by one,Le pregunto a mis sentidos, uno a uno,
if they remember the color of those flowerssi recuerdan el color de aquellas flores
that wrapped around the poets,que envolvían a los poetas,
if they were witheredsi es que estuviesen marchitas
I need them to appear,necesito que aparezcan,
to water it with their tears,que la rieguen con su llanto,
to open up with life and legs,que se abra de vida y piernas,
where are you hiding, you bastard?,¿dónde te escondes bastarda?,
where the hell is my star?¿dónde hostias está mi estrella?
It shines in turns for those who desire it,Alumbra por turnos a quien la desea,
when it cries for me, I open it upcuando me llora la abro de piernas
and wait for me to tell a thousand stories that no one cares about.y espera que cuente mil cuentos que a nadie interesan.
Where the hell is my star?¿Dónde hostias está mi estrella?
that shakes the ashes that still burn me,que sacude las cenizas que aún me queman,
arranges them and spits them out in fist and letterlas ordena y las escupe en puño y letra
and waits for me to tell a thousand stories that no one cares about.y espera que cuente mil cuentos que a nadie interesan.