..oh!, no me mires
entiérrame, olvídame....

..en mi rostro, un bache se ha hecho...
tres siglos ..hasta la primavera!!
separados..
del quiromante, sin duda
de Martín Zadeka-no siempre!-
No confíes en el colchón de plumas..
halagos femeninos te irán mimando,
plumones, brazos y piernas prendiendo..

beber..
beber violeta!
beber violeta color!
no quiero ahogarme en el abismo..
colchones sin plumas....
corazones interrumpidos..
almas de paso...

Adaptación de "En el cerebro un bache se ha hecho"
Marina Tsvietáieva
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..come closer, and see...



Come closer and see 
See into the trees 
Find the girl 
While you can 
Come closer and see 
See into the dark 
Just follow your eyes 
Just follow your eyes 

I hear her voice 
Calling my name 
The sound is deep 
In the dark 
I hear her voice 
And start to run 
Into the trees 
Into the trees 

Into the trees 

Suddenly I stop 
But I know it's too late 
I'm lost in a forest 
All alone 
The girl was never there 
It's always the same 
I'm running towards nothing 
Again and again and again.