Best Days Of Our Afterlife
Los mejores días de nuestra vida futura
By hit · Writer: Hit
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Translation by Alejandra Mida
Original lyrics
I was born in hell
Was raised in heaven
Grew my wings and horns
When I turned eleven
Something is wrong with me
I just cannot feel it
Everytime I earn my pride
I just rip and peel it
This is because...
My father was the evil
My mother was a saint
Everyonce comes up to me
And then they just pry and faint
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
I was born in hell
Was raised in heaven
Grew my wings and horns
When I turned eleven
Something is wrong with me
I just cannot feel it
Everytime I earn my pride
I just rip and peel it
This is because...
My father was the evil
My mother was a saint
Everyonce comes up to me
And then they just pry and faint
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
Was raised in heaven
Grew my wings and horns
When I turned eleven
Something is wrong with me
I just cannot feel it
Everytime I earn my pride
I just rip and peel it
This is because...
My father was the evil
My mother was a saint
Everyonce comes up to me
And then they just pry and faint
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
I was born in hell
Was raised in heaven
Grew my wings and horns
When I turned eleven
Something is wrong with me
I just cannot feel it
Everytime I earn my pride
I just rip and peel it
This is because...
My father was the evil
My mother was a saint
Everyonce comes up to me
And then they just pry and faint
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
Translation
Yo nací en el infierno
Fue levantado en el cielo
Creció mis alas y cuernos
Cuando cumplí once
Algo está mal en mí
No puedo sentirlo
Cada vez que me gano mi orgullo
Me arranco y pelarla
Esto se debe a ...
Mi padre era el mal
Mi madre era una santa
Everyonce se me
Y luego simplemente hacer palanca y se desmaya
Estos son los problemas
De un niño ángel-diablo
Estos son los problemas
De un niño ángel-diablo
Yo nací en el infierno
Fue levantado en el cielo
Creció mis alas y cuernos
Cuando cumplí once
Algo está mal en mí
No puedo sentirlo
Cada vez que me gano mi orgullo
Me arranco y pelarla
Esto se debe a ...
Mi padre era el mal
Mi madre era una santa
Everyonce se me
Y luego simplemente hacer palanca y se desmaya
Estos son los problemas
De un niño ángel-diablo
Estos son los problemas
De un niño ángel-diablo
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