Estrella polar (en ingles )

At Avenue of the Polar Star
There comes first winter
The dead leaves fall in the sun
Not heats bones

You have to shoot bullets
But questions first
Before killing this city
I was myself, they were

With cold feet are not well thought
If a punishment, so I looked

Today heaven, come to me
But by God
I keep thinking that here
There is no room for the two

In the alley of the Polar Star
They were precious kissing
Since the bed a star shooting
I put so tender

but the desire and complicity
burnt in the inferno
One caught in the central square
convinced of what you With cold feet are not well thought
Some delirium we will return

Today heaven, come to me
But by God
I keep thinking that here
There is no room for the two

Today heaven, come to me
But by God
I keep thinking that here
There is no room for the two