En mi cárcel de cristal, te espero,
mas allá del bien y del mal, te quiero.

canciones de dolor real
pero canciones no más
canciones partidas por la mitad
pero canciones no más
canciones de amor perdído
pero canciones no más
canciones que confiesan todo
pero canciones para mí, y los demás.

Si a tu corazón yo llego igual, todo siempre se podrá elegir.
No me escribas la pared, solo quiero estar entre tu piel.
Y si acaso no brillara el sol, y quedara yo atrapado aquí,
no vería la razón en seguir viviendo sin tu amor...
y hoy que enloquecido vuelvo buscando tu querer,
no queda más que viento...no queda más que viento.

When I look into your eyes, your love is there for me, 

and the more I go inside, the more there is to see.

It's all too much for me to take, the love that's shining all around you.
Everywhere, it's what you make, for us to take, it's all too much

Floating down the stream of time, of life to life with me. 

Makes no difference where you are or where you'd like to be.

It's all too much for me to take, the love that's shining all around here
All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece but not too much!

Sail me on a silver sun, for I know that I'm free. 

Show me that I'm everywhere, and get me home for tea

It's all to much for me to see, a love that's shining all around here. 

The more I am, the less I know, and what I do is all too much

Si no puedo ser la dueña de tu bondad,

hoy me hago socia de la soledad!

May I never miss the thrill of being near you

And if it takes a couple of years,

to turn your tears to laughter

I will do what I feel to be right.

By protecting my heart truly, I got lost in the sounds. 

I hear in my mind all these voices, 

I hear in my mind all these words,

I hear in my mind all this music

Take this rock and roll refugee, 

oh babe, set me free.

In many ways, they'll miss the good old days
Someday, someday...
Yeah, it hurts to say, but I want you to stay
Sometimes, sometimes...

{ As we walk down the country lanes, I'll be singing a song, hear me calling your name.}

Hear the wind within the trees, telling mother nature about you and me!

Un montón de diarios apilados, 

y una flor cuidando mi pasado, 

y un rumor de voces que me gritan
y un millón de manos que me aplauden
y el fantasma tuyo, sobre todo
cuando ya me empiece a quedar solo.

You might not feel it now, but when the pain cuts through, you're gonna know and how the sweat is going to fill your head, when it becomes too much, you'll shout aloud.

Look what you're doing, I'm feeling blue and lonely,
Would it be too much to ask of you, what you're doing to me?

I've been waiting here for you, wondering what you're gonna do. Should you need a love that's true, it's me.

I hope you won't let go, maybe you'll let me know that you'll be saddened like you've never been, regretting that we'll leave. And for a while i could comfort you, and hold you in my mind. I need you now to be beside me, while all my world is sad and crazy.

 
Loneliness.

Empty faces.

Wish i could leave them all in someplace else...

Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv. And you think you're so clever and classless and free. But you're still fuckin peasants as far as i can see.

Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream.. 

it is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down all thought, surrender to the void.. 

it is shining, it is shining
That you may see the meaning of within.. 

it is speaking, it is speaking
That love is all and love is everyone.. 

it is knowing, it is knowing
When ignorance and haste may mourn the dead.. 

it is believing, it is believing
But listen to the colour of your dreams.. 

it is not living, it is not living
Or play the game existence to the end.. 

of the beginning, of the beginning..

What's the use of worrying?
What's the use of hurrying?
What's the use of anything?

I may appear to be imperfect, my love is something you can't reject. I'm changing faster than the weather, If you and me should get together, who knows baby, you may comfort me.

Tenemos memoria, tenemos amigos. Tenemos los trenes, la risa, los bares. Tenemos la duda y la fe, sumo y sigo. Tenemos moteles, garitos, altares. Tenemos urgencias, amores que matan. Tenemos silencio, tabaco, razones. Tenemos Venecia, tenemos Manhattan. Tenemos cenizas de revoluciones. 

Tenemos zapatos, orgullo, presente. Tenemos costumbres, pudores, jadeos. Tenemos la boca, la lengua, los dientes. Saliva, cinismo, locura, deseo. Tenemos el sexo y el rock y la droga. Los pies en el barrio, y el grito en el cielo. Tenemos Quintero, León y Quiroga, y un business pendiente con Pedro Botero.

Más de cien palabras, más de cien motivos, para no cortarse de un tajo las venas. Más de cien pupilas donde vernos vivos, más de cien mentiras que valen la pena.

Tenemos un as escondido en la manga. Tenemos nostalgia, piedad, insolencia. Monjas de Fellini, curas de Berlanga,
veneno, resaca, perfume, violencia. Tenemos un techo con libros y besos. Tenemos el morbo, los celos, la sangre. Tenemos la niebla metida en los huesos. Tenemos el lujo de no tener hambre. Tenemos talones de Aquiles sin fondos. Ropa de domingo, ninguna bandera. Nubes de verano, guerras de Macondo. Setas en noviembre, fiebre de primavera. Glorietas, revistas, zaguanes, pistolas. ¿Qué importa?, lo siento, hasta siempre, te quiero. Hinchas del atleti, gángsters de Coppola, Verónica y cuarto de Curro Romero. 

Tenemos el mal de la melancolía. La sed y la rabia, el ruido y las nueces. Tenemos el agua y, dos veces al día, el santo milagro del pan y los peces. Tenemos lolitas, tenemos donjuanes. Lennon y McCartney, Gardel y LePera. Tenemos horóscopos, Biblias, Coranes, ramblas en la luna, vírgenes de cera. Tenemos naufragios soñados en playas de islotes son nombre ni ley ni rutina. Tenemos heridas, tenemos medallas, laureles de gloria, coronas de espinas. Tenemos caprichos, muñecas hinchables, ángeles caídos, barquitos de vela. Pobres exquisitos, ricos miserables. Ratoncitos Pérez, dolores de muelas. 

Tenemos proyectos que se marchitaron, crímenes perfectos que no cometimos. Retratos de novias que nos olvidaron, y un alma en oferta que nunca vendimos. Tenemos poetas, colgados, canallas. Quijotes y Sanchos, Babel y Sodoma. Abuelos que siempre ganaban batallas, caminos que nunca llevaban a Roma...

What in the world you thinking of?  Laughing in the face of love. What on earth you tryin' to do? It's up to you, yeah you!

 

Instant Karma's gonna get you, gonna look you right in the face. Better get yourself together darlin', join the human race. How in the world you gonna see? Laughin' at fools like me!

¿Por qué nos cuesta tanto el amor?
Yo quiero ver tu risa y besar tu boca,  
Y sacarte el diablo de tu corazón.

I love you so, I'm the one who wants you. 

Yes, I'm the one who wants you.

 

You could find better things to do 

than to break my heart again.

In spite of all the heartache 

that you may cause me, 

I'll do anything for you, 

anything you want me to, 

if you'll be true to me.

 

Beware of sadness. It can hit you, it can hurt you, make you sore and what is more, that is not what you are here for.

 

Most of the time I'm strong enough not to hate, I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick.