El año del mono de fuego
Para tu pelo, he encontrado el cofre perfecto.
El momento perfecto, la astucia sobrehumana.
En la fría noche, el mono espera el instante que sellará el beso.
Después, la suave lágrima de la habitación vacía inunda
Los instantes confusos, los limites y los ríos.
Tu nombre preso incendia la yesca y el deseo.
The rip
As she walks in the room
Scented and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
I realise that love flows
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
Disappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
For the riddles I've been fed
Another lie moves over
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
