Tinta Invisible

Invisible Ink

Tinta Invisible

You think we're aloneCrees que estamos solos
That the night is oursQue la noche es nuestra
But in nightmaresPero en pesadillas
Not everything is shownNo todo se muestra

My ink is watchingMi tinta los mira
My eyes are writingMis ojos escriben
In shadows they dwellEn sombras habitan
In leaves they hideEn hojas se esconden

And it’s not so terribleY no es tan horrible
When reading, the hidden comes aliveAl leer se habita lo oculto
Invisible inkTinta invisible
That lives without livingQue vive sin vivir
An author who isAutor que es
A frightSusto