Olor A Muerte
Te has mirado al espejo con complejo
¿Que es lo que han hecho de ti?
La justicia no te sirve, condenado inocente
Y te sientas en un rincón
Abatido por tu depresión
Ellos te llaman, tu no escuchas
Ya no tienes a quien respetar
Ya no tienes a quien querer
Solo mentiras, solo mentiras
Olor a muerte, a muerte
Smell of Death
Have you looked in the mirror with a complex
What have they made of you?
Justice doesn't serve you, innocent condemned
And you sit in a corner
Beaten down by your depression
They call you, you don't listen
You no longer have anyone to respect
You no longer have anyone to love
Just lies, just lies
Smell of death, of death