(Él) día pálido
Se encierra en mis manos rotas
Se desliza quejumbroso
Y deshoja en un recuerdo

(Yo) anonadado en pausas de memoria
Y condenado a llantos sin dioses
Escucho los gemidos
Que desfallecen en la niebla

(Él) Cabizbajo abre el cielo
Con viento enclenque y harapiento
Apaga una a una las estrellas sucias
Y despierta a los sueños
para que vivan en silencio

(Yo) grito un grito enfermo
Un grito solo
Encerrado...
En un constante ahora o nunca
En un hoy día de hace tiempo

(Él) se acurruca en crepúsculos sin sueño
Y encerrado en aires asfixiados
Camina sin rumbo
...vive sin sorpresa

Y (Yo) no puedo cambiar la monotonía
De una tarde sin riesgo...
De mil noches sin descanso
De una vida sin fuego!

At the violet hour
What should I resent?
(As I) Die on empty
A feeling crept by
My sullen, sterile face
Looks thee falling
Beneath the tumbling waves
What shall I do?

What shall I ever do?
Go south
Down to my words

My wounds
Would it still feed fire?

This noise -polluted amber
Stares into my gone hours
Hours that mean years
...Mean life
Are you the heartburn-bitter one?

Could you pour my wounds on to them
Could you heal this exhausted well
A kaleidoscope of clean horizons
The awful rain glommed into my fall
What shall I do, what shall I ever do?

No winter walk
No search for...
A nebular packing cloud

A lost somewhere
Implored me
"Please... cease to exist"

Empty voices leaning
Feverless as I

My vertical scream becomes
A horizontal pain
As I pass the sun
I go sober and drunk
While I sit and play
Or I love and burn
Don't matter
It's all the same

(Why) Can't I hear the storm?
If I can hear my soul... fall

Will I taste your air?
I hope
I can still play

The harvest is waiting...
Fast I run

But faster it comes...

Sombra abundante
(se viene ya la noche)
Castigo perturbante
(se viene ya la noche)
¿Por qué finges, que no sientes nada?
...¿Y por qué escribes?
Solo quiero tu mirada

Alma muerta,
Destrozas mi ilusión
Como perro vago la mantengo.....
Contigo,
Mi humilde cara inmóvil
(mi horizonte desaparece contigo)
Como si yo mismo no existiese
(y fuera, en realidad, parte de la calle)
Un haz de luz
Doblegado por el temprano crepúsculo

De rodillas te confieso
Yo solo vivo en tu mirada

Pretend my face is burning
... oh infinite

Would you care?
Pretend your hand could touch
... My meaningless life

Would you save me?

Are you there?
In that grey horizon ...
Were the sun sets peacefully
And the light drips down by my eyes ...

I'm drowning in my own thoughts
Yet no one seem to care
Can you see me?
I'm taking my black soul
Away.... from this white world
Can you hear me?

(I'm so cold that I can hardly move)

Timeless sins

Will break me apart
Oh, but no one knows

Would you care?

This is a torment
More than what you can see
Infinite has taken me

I'm on my knees
And it gets to me
Even if I fly far
Even if I run fast
Even if I swim deep
It still gets me
Even if my heart stops
Even if my tears remain
...Undry
It still haunts me

Nothing that I'll ever do
Nothing that I'll ever say
Will ever matter...
Just tell me, why?

Algunas veces soy la laguna quieta
Algunas otras el crepúsculo seco
Pero la mayoría soy desierto, deseo
...y tempestad

Choirs of light, They go shattering dreams
Like dark voices of sluggish breath
...between drifted mind-lapses
The winged one longed for heavens

Crying tears of gods
Numb the senses with hummed tenderness
Voices, they are carcass
Voices, I'm begging

Fierce, wounded sweat
Gathers between sonic blasts
Caídas libres de suelo
Sueños libres de cielo

Among beasts, No corpses
I smile within fire
Screaming, blasting worlds
1000 stars were born

Dried out flowers raise on glimpses
Among those bleeding sounds

Eroded, nowhere paths
Are know slaves of wind
Screaming: The world is no more!
Voices, they seem rain

As I hide behind my eyes
Like shining senses
Turned in to demon
They'll worship my fury
Turned in to rain
They'll burn with my words!
Be welcome Oh horrible heaven

Ángeles de arena
Sumidos entre la bruma
Despiertan secos, cegados
...yo despierto con ellos

Mi lánguida voz
Rezonga perezosa
Por sobre el viento
Siempre fuerte
...siempre

A lo lejos...
Mar de aguas sonámbulas, ausentes
Olas de Silencio insomne
Era tarde,
Muy tarde para andar

A lo lejos...
Suplicas de dioses recluidos
Sombras de aire asfixiado
Fue corto
Tal vez muy corto para mí

A lo lejos...
Mi vida