Warm bourbon bottle company
I won't need you anymore
Once the last drop is emptied
Ill sing myself a song of sadness
And fall asleep right where you left me

On stormy days,
The balcony door open,
I sit listening, watching,
And feeling an electric air.

There is the sound
Of seagulls crying out.
The wind whips in uproar.
Pregnant black clouds overhead

Churn with birth pains
Wanting to release their burden
Onto the earth beneath.
I watch and wait.

Clouds billow and bellow,
Swirling above the house tops.
With the temperature's sudden drop
The sweat from their brows

Begins to drip in relief to all.

Me acosté abajo la sombra de un árbol
Los pájaros hablan de ti
Como tus ojos pintaban objetos en verde e azul
Como tus labios cantaban de historias que no me importaban
Como el sol besaba tu piel
Siempre hablan de ti.
Siempre pienso en ti.