All the stars may shine bright
All the clouds may be white
But when you smile
Ohh how I feel so good
That I can hardly wait

You see it in black or see it in white
You know it all
You f*cking know it all
You put us in boxes like cute little foxes
We'll watch you fall

Nos hizo falta tiempo
Para andar en una playa
Inventar una aventura
Dedicarse a la locura
Dibujarte los antojos
Descifrar que hay en tus ojos
Mira que hizo falta tiempo

Using your mind
Imagine our skin
Joined at the hip
Joined from within
By using your eyes
You're freezing my frame
Watching our clothes burst into flames
 

Il dolce suono

Mi colpi di sua voce! Ah, quella voce

M'e qui nel cor discesa!

Edgardo! io ti son resa!

Edgardo!... Oh Edgardo mio!...

Si ti son resa!...

Fuggita io son de tuoi nemici. - Un gelo

Mi serpeggia nel sen!... trema ogni fibra!...

Vacilla il pie!... Presso la fonte meco

T'assidi alquanto!

Clouds part
Just to give us a little sun

There's a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There's a limit to your love

There's a limit to you care
So carelessly there
Is it truth or dare
There's a limit to your care

 

Can you feel how cold I am?
Do you cry as I do?
Are you lonely up there all by yourself?
Like I have felt all my life
The only one to save mine

How are you so strong?
What’s it like to feel so free?
Your heart is really something
Your love, a complete mystery to me

Are you there watching me?
As I lie here on this floor
Do you cry, do you cry with me?
Cry with me tonight

Where are you?
No-one's seen you for years
Have your wounds grown wings? Are you feasting on fears?
I can see your dark corona is eating into you
You're surrounded by things we cannot penetrate
Is the cage you love the home you also hate?
Life lies with the scissors inside her
The surgeon was a butcher
All of us are wounded, anaesthetised in A.E.
Numbed by stuff we should not see
Each of us lies bleeding
Our rivers intermingling
Poor little ghost boy
Let me be your human toy

Si no hubiera mirado las olas
no sabría arreglárselas sola
marinera de un barco sin agua
capitana del mar en la tierra.

Si no hubiera pescado en la tierra
la fuerza que le hace peinarse la trenza
no sabría que el mar es el mundo
y que si se va a amar hay que amar en profundo.

 Entre las volcanas hay un pueblo de amaranto
quién podrá quererte tanto, tanto, tanto, tanto.

  

En estas oscuras piezas, donde paso
días agobiantes, voy y vuelvo arriba abajo
para hallar las ventanas. -Cuando se abra
una ventana habrá un consuelo- .
Mas las ventanas no están, o no puedo
encontrarlas. Y mejor quizás que no las halle.
Acaso la luz sea un nuevo tormento.
Quién sabe qué cosas nuevas mostrará.