Olvidate de monologos in-creibles de mentiras de poca monta,
¿eres tu un actor o un titere sin sombra?
Dale, parate y deja de mirar al frente.
Vives ahora?
Deja el guión y improvisa por ahora,
y si quieres llorar. Llora.



I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin...
I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin...

With everybody gone, don't you get sick alone?

[I'd wish you were at home, I'd wish you didn't go.]


I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin...
I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin...
With everybody gone, don't you get sick alone?

[I'd wish you were at home, I wish you'd never go.]


(Angelus-Dover)