Le inventé un sueño a mi muñeca. La vi delirar entre sombras. Distante a mí... (Aún cree en la bondad) todavía puede salvarla el mar, la tranquilidad y la risa. Lo sé, Pierrot no es su alma, pero lo intenta. Ah mi pequeña Srita. Demente, levántate de la oscuridad y mírame a través de la ventana de tu torre... Mírame en los sonidos del viento, mírame en las palabras que siempre te pertenecen. No tengas miedo, nadie va a dañarte. Los sueños y las percepciones no matan...
In Water...
My eyes are still waiting for you
even when the time betrays mi loneliness
even when the reality is killing my will.
The chaos were here,
I saw inside his eyes
by chance.
I was walking into you
climbing your sins,
loving you pain
in your mutters
I've lived in the wind
I got lost between the silence and you
deserted the battle...
awaking the lurid wolfs
in the scene of a rude end.
I praise my feels, in a good search of you.
Put them down in the water of my eyes
Sliding my tears in ground.
In the delirious view,
at sunlight dawn,
enclosure by mad...
I suffer a vigil
in sleepless nights thinking about monsters
beasts, and dimness breathe...
Sins an useless songs...
Words and broken lungs.
I'm waking in your pain
I'll see you described with red ink
expose in my dreams...
In the ceiling's fissure
afraid of goblins...
I hope you are thinking, little princess,
About us...