| Muertos no son los que yacen en una tumba solitaria y fra…
| Dead are not those who lie in a lonely and cold grave…
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| No… no…
| Nerd…
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| Nada de esto es cierto… no ests aqu,
| None of this is true… you are not here,
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| Ni yo aqu me encuentro.
| Nor am I here.
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| Siembra de rosas negras, huerto de lo siniestro,
| Sowing of black roses, orchard of the sinister,
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| Hoy tu aliento se deshace,
| Today your breath dissolves,
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| En la carne del silencio.
| In the flesh of silence.
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| Muertos son tal vez los que tienen muerta el alma
| Dead are perhaps those whose soul is dead
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| Y an respiran todava…
| And they still breathe...
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| Oh… Oh…
| Oh oh…
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| Las mentiras en tus labios se delatan,
| The lies on your lips are revealed,
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| Mis palabras como humo en escafandra,
| My words like smoke in a diving suit,
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| Protegieron mi cordura, de tu txica locura,
| They protected my sanity, from your toxic madness,
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| Anidando entre tus huesos, yo fui el ave de la nada…
| Nesting among your bones, I was the bird out of nowhere...
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| Ser… que an no lo entiendo, viviendo entre tanto muerto,
| Being... I still don't understand it, living in the midst of so much death,
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| En m no hay ms que un triste ser,
| In me there is nothing but a sad being,
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| Hoy que no ests aqu… ya nada es… | Today that you are not here… nothing is anymore… |