Her Demons
It's left to parch...a thirsting man pleads,
(As promises of rain disappear)
His desiccated skin withers...
Your life means nothing to me...
Sus Demonios
Se deja secar...un hombre sediento suplica,
(A medida que las promesas de lluvia desaparecen)
Su piel desecada se marchita...
Tu vida no significa nada para mí...