Si mañana no estoy,
recuérdenme por lo que fui.
No quiero ostentaciones,
que veneren vanamente mi persona.

Si mañana no estoy,
recuérdenme por mi poesía.
Por el libre albedrío
de mis libres versos.

Si mañana no estoy,
no lloren ni guarden luto.
Si fui feliz en vida,
entonces la muerte sabrá a gloria.

Trying to tip toe silently across the floor of the bed.
While my wife sleeps in a state of euphoria
I sing to her
With the acoustic words,
Wake up please wake
Satisfying Gloria.

Stepping on grave stones in mid November
My pipe dreams faded out
I'm a bit lonely these days
or should I say most days
since you've been gone

The winter never felt so warm
and the sky seems lower now
Closer to the ones that left it.
Close to us, the two who thought we would be able to touch it

There was freedom in her heart
and a burden buried in mine

There were smiles between us
old photographs and sad songs
Cheap *** and that same sad ******* song

I lost you
I lost you and I'm so sorry
I held on as long as I could

Now it's late December
Where is she hiding?
Darling are you asleep?
Persephone don't come back when I know you can't stay

I'm so hopeless I just might pray
to a god I don't believe in
It's invasion day and I'm crashing onto shore
They say all's fair in love and war
but I don't see the difference
When your face down
and dying is the only thing
you have faith in anymore

I'm in love with a ghost
Queen of the underworld
who couldn't keep a promise
so she kept my soul instead