97 [English translation]

To fall asleep,

I repeat your name a hundred times

So as not to forget the sound it'd make

If it ever came and broke my silence

I never get tired of it,

It's different each time

It's just as if it had been made

To be uttered b my voice

At any time

But you can't spell who I am

And you never let me enter your home

And, you know, I'd bleed myself dry

To make sure you'll always have enough red on your lips

I think about you

Even when I'm not thinking

Even when I manage to empty my mind,

You turn it into a precipice

I love the fall, a lot more

Than any other hill

I'll make sure that the bus number 97

Never ever stops

But you can't spell who I am

And you never let me enter your home

And, you know, I'd bleed myself dry

To make sure you'll always have enough red on your lips