Is saying: Que onda?

Tonight...

It's dark and cold, my mouth is dry and my heart is tired. 

The ringing hasn't stopped, not even when I'm dreaming ,sleeping or awake.

Remnants of your darkest hour still flashing inside my head, telling me they are not going to go away.

My heart and my mind are still not talking to each other, the blaming arguments have broken their brotherhood. 

The ringing hasn't stopped, not even when I'm dreaming ,sleeping or awake.

Oh how much I'd rather take your place.