"Puedo escribir los versos ms tristes esta noche.
Escribir por ejemplo: "La noche est estrellada, y tiritan,
azules, los astros, a lo lejos".
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta."
- Pablo Neruda
In a battle of words
That I thought were absurd
At the time.
You gave me your hand
And said you'd understand
You were not mine.
A lie from your mouth,
But the truth from your tongue
I see birds flying south,
It's from the winter that they run
Not from a friend...
I'll see you again
You sat inside my home
And I offered you a lonesome
Time with me.
Yet again you chose to speak
But I think you were too weak
For destiny.
A lie in the air
But the truth inside our minds
As I struggled to compare
Your enigmatic signs
You continued to contend
But I'll see you again.
And then that treacherous smile
That would keep a boy beguiled
For his whole life,
Has made me a rose's thorn,
It has warmed for me
The butter of my knife.
It has made me a man
Who can love you all the same.
With the serpent you have danced
But I know you are not to blame.
You have been sent...
I'll see you again
Your defense was for love
For there is nothing above
But a trap.
Your defense is the fence
That I sense will commence
To collapse.
When I put on the mask
That youve taught us all to wear
Without words you'll be at last.
With that innocent stare,
You'll still pretend,
And I'll still see you again.
In a battle of words
the coward came in third
In a race of two.
Yes, retired in his chamber
Like some Joseph with no manger
He would drool.
A lie from his mouth
but the truth from his tongue
I see the birds flying south,
It's from the winter that they run
Not from a friend...