Tras mi luna de cristal (english)

Porta:

Everyone has two faces and only show a
I have a secret bond that is behind my moon
something that I keep mine in the depths
something that can not be concerted worldwide.
I assume.

It is my personal world
that the subconscious really
has a supernatural power
I have a bright side
but also other off
paranoia that lurks
after the side that hit the pillow
when I sleep.

I die for a few hours I stay with my true self
with my other self alone.

That is normal that friends have almost
is that in almost all whom I know distrust.

I have a hidden secret
I suppose like all
my other hand is an enigma
a treasure to keep comfortable.

More valuable still live in my bubble
in my parallel universe I am a dream draw
colored glass, as I live in this area
spiral in this light is not the end that awaits me.

Separate the soul of my body, the heart of my head
two truths that hides a very different piece.

From your side all seems so easy to exist
from the dark side looks so fragile that I do not want to leave.

I am only taking me to me is something paradoxical
what is perhaps hiding me paranoid side.

Secrets are like unanswered questions
know who performed but no, those unwilling to answer.

I do not know if there is an afterlife, I do not know if you start from scratch
even if fate take me where I want.

A past a present a future I keep in my secret
Live every moment, never be lost in time.

There is a place where secrets being whispered
where only hear the air
and wind drag where there is nobody.

[CHORUS]

I hide my secrets behind my glass moon
lie behind me lies a great truth,
really know me know my other half
have something hidden that is what makes me special.

Jack:

My life in my body
my brain is separated
when I think.

A heart that still feel within this distance,
so far from me.

Feelings speak when quiet intellect
that is true, live hundreds of miles.

I have two sides that trigger at times bad and good
the stick of impudence, the guy who is silent of course.

I was not mistaken there are secrets that damage
live in metal boxes or in a glass that is tempered.

The moon escapes from his other half
city that is uncovered and stopped
although he realizes that without it there really is nothing.

Love, which the heart fails to beat
supplementing the feeling that part of you.

Like an eclipse, an iceberg that hides something that is not seen
I was there but insists that did not get and not be
be back as always gives birth to death
so depressing that that wall behind this front.

[CHORUS]

I hide my secrets behind my glass moon
lie behind me lies a great truth,
really know me know my other half
have something hidden that is what makes me special.

After my glass moon ...