De otro color (english)

Yeah, not a question of age if a drag
I teleported to another world,
It is normal to write this right? yeah, Porta,
Soma, MiZoK, Cordoba and Barna, Yeah

[Porta]
Everything changes color is nothing like what you paint,
I would be happy in a different reality,
I'm far from that, away from all evil
who wants to hurt me and not be on my side of the glass.
I see a clear sky with tears in my eyes,
I see me blur the clouds cover the sun and in my anger
Your image is engraved in my heart
at bottom still beats only out of obligation,
I keep thinking of a maybe, in a perhaps
whether a love you yours truly was sincere,
Behind it is the past and I'm left with the
caught between an image captured in another paper.
I see rain but that I did not budge me
I spend hours counting every minute
every second everything becomes darker
is that it is hard to proceed without any friend
just a folio which I heard, maybe he understands me
and understand that there are only want to slash his wrists.
Whether true or not that your life passes in moments
in just a moment in which you look happy
smiling into a future that does not exist
but no, I am a coward but still sad
I keep crying retreating into a long silence
I want to be strong I know, but that desire is reluctant
although I despite every disadvantage
that crosses my path, I am strong and smiling
but only in dreams I see you with my
I still believe in those dreams, do not accept that I lost.
I am a lost boy looking for friends, soul and heart
a child who lost his faith, inspiration
a passion all my dreams are broken
died died illusion changed to another color your photo
I still remember that goodbye, goodbye one as cold and dry
that a simple hug goodbye without a simple kiss
the absence of love, your distance, your words
the miss and something for which you are nothing.

[Chorus x2]
For a woman to hook me everything that I hated
I think of pain I see all of another color
each puff is a relief, a conviction
to give me grief can not come and cut me god veins

[MiZoK]
I ride in a sea of troubles within my illness
the only thing I fear is used to the solitude
I wonder what's wrong? And I know what I hide
because I think my sky is just inches from the bottom
hold your hand and our bodies dance together
and corn, I feel vulgar for hope
sad, I think I have what I deserve
arto I obey and look like a doll.
Thus, any type relaxed
before was fun and now I feel overwhelmed
dry mouth finally found peace in the ink
game every tear inspiration and words
if that cold goodbye hurt
but there are things I say only the folio
in this paper to designate the killing the demon
but you go to bed with nothing in writing and sleepless
and if every day is a free live
I do not want to be in a heart that beats for me
I write heavy Why do I fall?
And every second that you're not with me deterioration
I'm on the verge of an emotional abyss
I remember your smile in your sleep and little else
I never get tired of being your prince charming
call to death do not see it as a virtue
even give my life for you,
I feel a little empty in each farewell hug each
Sorry to miss what I love
What to do if a you want in your mouth gives strength to my generator?