Idioma Origen:
Come in out of the rain thou sayest -
But thou ne'er step'st aside; and I am trapp'd, I am trapp'd -
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin -
Pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
I will not drink thine vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence,
Yet thou let'st thy lass into peril -
Thou let'st me be parchéd;
My heart; My heart, My heart
My heart; My heart, My heart
My heart is of frailty,
My pale skin is huéd damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!", thou sayest -
There I soon am to be - but how am I to run
When my bones, my heart thou hast me bereaft-
But run thou sayest;
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run -
And there and then I behold that a time will come
When I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay -
I leave, I leave, I leave, I leave
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait
Ere I run and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?
After all these years thou left me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soakéd velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments sharéd, deliberatlely push'd aside -
After all these years thou left me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soakéd velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments sharéd, deliberatlely push'd aside
...a distance there is...
Idioma Destino:
Come in out of the rain thou sayest -
But thou ne'er step'st aside; and I am trapp'd, I am trapp'd -
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin -
Pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
I will not drink thine vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence,
Yet thou let'st thy lass into peril -
Thou let'st me be parchéd;
My heart; My heart, My heart
My heart; My heart, My heart
My heart is of frailty,
My pale skin is huéd damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!", thou sayest -
There I soon am to be - but how am I to run
When my bones, my heart thou hast me bereaft-
But run thou sayest;
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run -
And there and then I behold that a time will come
When I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay -
I leave, I leave, I leave, I leave
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait
Ere I run and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?
After all these years thou left me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soakéd velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments sharéd, deliberatlely push'd aside -
After all these years thou left me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soakéd velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments sharéd, deliberatlely push'd aside
...a distance there is...