Campanas En La Noche

Bells In The Night

Campanas En La Noche

A man in front of a windowUn hombre de frente a una ventana
Super lucid lookSúper lúcida la mirada
Explore the landscape and notRecorre el paisaje y no
It's not his interior, it's the MoonNo es su interior, es Luna
They are distant shadows of the forestSon sombras lejanas del bosque
It's something rare in the starsEs algo raro en las estrellas
Sounds that induce fearSonidos que inducen temor
And also melancholy of waitingY también melancolía de esperar
Of waitingDe esperar

Of waiting for her to come back and tell himDe esperar que ella vuelva y le diga
Here I am my love, there is no forgettingAcá estoy mi amor, no existe el olvido
Here I am, my love, I'm back, I've comeAcá estoy mi amor, de vuelta, he venido
Can you believe it? There is no such thing as forgetting, my love¿Lo puedes creer? No existe el olvido, mi amor
It does not existNo existe

His restless mind is filled with storiesSu mente, inquieta, se puebla de historias
His body is just memorySu cuerpo es solo memoria
It’s that that you have to feelEs eso que hay que sentir
With infinite patienceCon paciencia infinita
Walking the streets of othersAndando las calles ajenas
Of men that finally he feels sorry forDe hombres que al fin le dan pena
Bells in the nightCampanas en la noche
Noises of melancholy that awaitRuidos de melancolía que esperan
That awaitQue esperan

That await for her to come back and tell himQue esperan que ella vuelva y le diga
Here I am my love, there is no forgettingAcá estoy mi amor, no existe el olvido
Here I am, my love, I'm back, I've wonAcá estoy mi amor, de vuelta, he vencido
Can you believe it? There is no such thing as forgetting, my love¿Lo puedes creer? No existe el olvido, mi amor
It does not existNo existe

Tremendous delirium, literary fictionDelirio tremendo, ficción literaria
Secrets that were prayerSecretos que fueron plegaria
Cursed mirror that finallyEspejo maldito que al fin
Doubled his entire lifeDuplicó toda su vida
Walking the streets of othersAndando las calles ajenas
Of men that finally he feels sorry forDe hombres que al fin le dan pena
Bells in the nightCampanas en la noche
Noises of melancholy that awaitRuidos de melancolía que esperan
That awaitQue esperan

That await for her to come back and tell himQue esperan que ella vuelva y le diga
Here I am my love, there is no forgettingAcá estoy mi amor, no existe el olvido
Here I am, my love, I'm back, I've wonAcá estoy mi amor, de vuelta, he vencido
Can you believe it? There is no such thing as forgetting, my love¿Lo puedes creer? No existe el olvido, mi amor
It does not existNo existe