Las paredes del silencio (ingles)

Surrounded by my own voice
and those of which they create to listen to it
(uhh uhh) I hide

In view of all fears
and those of which they create to see me
(uhh uhh) I arrive until the bottom
So great that alive between glasses
so small that I die in its mouths

Here doesn’t enter the light nor heard of fools
don’t have windows the walls of silence

Tired of my own history
and those which they create to know it
(uhh uhh) I am disturbed
drinking your words
drunkard of the absurd one

Here doesn’t enter the light nor heard of fools
don’t have windows the walls of silence I don’t want, I can’t leave I touch myself
you haven’t read the book of my life
you were not with me in my outward journey
I don’t fit in the description
not always I pay attention to you
you don’t understand I am to the edge,
disappears before it explodes

Here doesn’t enter the light nor heard of fools
don’t have windows the walls of silence
(doesn’t enter the light doesn’t enter the light)
Here doesn’t enter the light nor heard of fools
don’t have windows the walls of silence