Letra de Cura de espanto (en ingles)

The soul is dried an and another time
I only need paper of wrapping
a great paper that wraps my happiness
that he/she makes even laugh to god and their mom
Your word will be enough to heal
a stupid giggle, one to throw
the language is dried an and another time
today I am treated of fright for not returning
Don´t look at me it is better this way
be not to lie as yesterday
A cure of fright for not returning
I only need paper of wrapping
a great paper that wraps my happiness
and to love is the color that I always wanted to hate