We didn’t have
any microphone.
We sang,
with the might
of twenty lions,
a savage melody
as soft as flowing water,
a deafening pitch
thar ripped the wind.
It was out of tune,
our joyful voices
lamented spells of hope,
echoing furiously
against the trees
and all over the town.
They heard us
but we didn’t mind.
Maybe everyone heard us.
They wouldn’t understand.
At that jade corner
of the world,
which was ours
and where only us could be heard
we sang with the might of twenty lions
until our voices faded away.

Mis llantos ahogados,
el pálido cielo,
la lluvia viciada,
no buscan consuelo.

Me has podrido la carne,
ya fétida y flácida, atada
a esta infértil existencia.
Sin rebeldía alguna
me someto a tu yugo.
Derramemos mi sangre
y bailemos sobre mis
lágrimas en el fango.
Asqueados de este ente,
aniquilemos mi esencia.

Once again it was past midnight
when I woke up from my lethargy
and I couldn't feel a thing.

Nothing has changed
after all these years I couldn't live,
I'm still whining and crying
pointing to the sky with trembling hands,
waking up watching the same day over and over
and I can't help but keep asking to the void,

why am I staring at the same ceiling,
writhing in the same agony,
recalling the same gone days,
locked up in the same rotten body?

Because no one will answer,
please, God,
release me.

I feel I have nobody.
I live thoughtlessly,
with no flowers
and no sun.
I can't no longer
feel the sea breeze
against my mouth.
Alone
in the middle of a crowd,
nobody is around.
Feeling lonely
along with everybody;

there's no one.

Hello, spring flower.
Bloom for me.
Treat me kindly,
love me tenderly,
hold me close.
Stay, spring flower.
Even when the fall arrives,
don't go.
Even when the morning comes,
don't leave me alone.

I really do have nothing;
nothing but desires and lies.
It looks plain
under my skin.
I want something
like courage
to erase myself
or a magic spell
to be someone else.

Escupiendo mentiras
sobre esperanzas de papel,
llorando mercurio,
quemándome la piel.

Vivo sin pensar,
sin flores, sin sol,
sin la brisa del mar.
Con gente, sin nadie.
Sola, yo y mi vestido.
El viento lo hace bailar.
Con gente, sin nadie,
sin alguien.

Black ink was poured
amidst my mind:
tragic drawings,
blurred lines;
what a bittersweet sight.
With paper wings I fly,
tears dancing in the wind.

tear me apart
until i can cry no more,
bury me
deep in the dark.
within my delusions
i want to be drown,
in your arms
i want to be found.