De este lado del oído
la palabra no canta nada
Es miseria y tu incoherencia
al son de la mañana.
Every step of the way
Mind the step
Mind the stairs
Night and its silver horizon
lying over the pale T.V.set
Lullabies sung lest we see the truth
On this side of the skull,
skin is colourless, like your words,
words that sing nothing.
Over.
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