domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009

Not even the sky

Esta es la letra de una canción que escribí recientemente, espero poder grabar en estos días y subirla a algún sitio, si alguien gusta de la traducción que levante la mano.


Not even the sky


She opens her eyes and sees herself dying,
no one can help her but tears are not flying.
Her lover is mist from the land of the wolves
while mourning desire is a game getting old.

She closes her mind against the soul of blank paper,
thousands of flowers say “hello” to a stranger.
All lips have been kissed by the clouds of December.
Suffering’s a must and thou shalt remember.

Nothing is forever, not even the sky.
Everything is changing and will be modified,
your hands will be dust and your mind will be free,
but only when attachment has disappeared.

Her world has been shattered by the brightness of gold;
all souls are committed with the concept of goal.
Absurd is the pursuit of joy in this moon
‘cause everything you’ve looked for is already inside you.

She thinks love will save her from herself and her demons,
soon her widow-like head will be clouded by ribbons.
Her teeth are now sharp and his neck has been waiting,
but lust ain’t the savior they were both expecting.

Nothing last forever, not even the sky.
Everything is changing and will be modified:
your sadness, your failures, your success and your joy.
Nothing lasts forever, everything will be gone.

Her bliss is now pain in a world of desire,
her ribcage was broken by the breeze of green-fire.
Lovers are rain in a mindful deception;
before this life ends you must change your perception.

The limbs through her eyes are melting quite slowly;
her room is the ocean where a ship’s sailing lonely.
She’s selfish and keen when it comes to forgiveness,
no one will save her from her cyclic existence.

Nothing last forever, not even the sky.
Everything is changing and will be modified:
your sadness, your failures, your success and your joy.
Nothing lasts forever, everything will be gone.

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Me gusta Alex, me mata el final, cierto algo trillado pero cierto.

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