Widow Wifeless
Blessing her dyspepsia
Her ears has scratched
Your dynasty finished
It's not pleasant
And it's nothing nice
To face her face fearing her eyes
And it's nothing nice
To face the prejudice fearing the life now
And her face is conferred
Without paternal example
People doing filicide
To feed your pleasure
And it's nothing nice
To kill that people, if they're suicide
And it's nothing nice
To kill your pain if it has tended to die
To die
To die
To die
And it's nothing nice
To kill that people, if they're suicide
And it's nothing nice
To kill your pain if it has tended to die
To die
To die
To die
Viuda Sin Esposo
Bendiciendo su dispepsia
Sus oídos han rasguñado
Tu dinastía ha terminado
No es agradable
Y no hay nada bonito
En enfrentar su rostro temiendo sus ojos
Y no hay nada bonito
En enfrentar el prejuicio temiendo la vida ahora
Y su cara es conferida
Sin ejemplo paternal
Gente cometiendo filicidio
Para alimentar tu placer
Y no hay nada bonito
En matar a esa gente, si son suicidas
Y no hay nada bonito
En matar tu dolor si ha tendido a morir
Morir
Morir
Morir
Y no hay nada bonito
En matar a esa gente, si son suicidas
Y no hay nada bonito
En matar tu dolor si ha tendido a morir
Morir
Morir
Morir