¡Shhhh! Que el viento se ha llevado las palabras.

Traté de alcanzarte unas cuantas.

Te regalo las que lucen flores colgando,

Las que apaciguan sueños nocturnos,

Las que entumecen el alma en un beso.

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Las que rozan estrellas diminutas

las guardé para mí.


Fotografía de Arno Rafael Minkkinen
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La penúltima canción

Dear Gene,
of course you are here
and now there's nothing to fear

Oooh, I should have known
Oooh, I was never alone

This isn't the last song
there's no violin
the choir is so quiet
and no-one takes a spin
this is the next to last song
and that's all
all

Remember what I have said
remember, wrap up the bread
do this, do that, make your bed

This isn't the last song
there's no violin
the choir is quiet
and noone takes a spin
this is the next to last song
and that's all