Casa 69 [English translation]

There is a train which passes

A house that trembles,

And the sky bends

Above long-awaited blackberry

And a shiver runs

Along all the back.

The years of shit,

Perhaps, it's just a bruise.

It is the life which passes,

It is your heart which trembles,

It is my body which bends

Above your nerves of rag,

It is an area of bones

And a lief is already died,

The area doesn't come any more to the head.

What does it matter to us?

What does it matter to us?

How many trains pass and will,

The time will run away as a train

Towards another direction

Which no one and never will know.

What does it matter to us?

What does it matter to us?

How many trains pass and will.

There is a train which passes

Memories and the back,

It is coloured in blood

It is an evening sky,

And it plunges into the dirt

As if of a cream.

I stay in the shadow

Drawn on a canvas.

It is the life which passes,

It is your ass which trembles,

It is my body which is sinking

Into the sea of wax.

The bones are like crystal,

The last leaf is dying,

These years of shit.

Perhaps, it's just a bruise.

It is the life which passes,

It is your heart which trembles,

It is my body which bends

Above your nerves of rag,

It is an area of bones

And a lief is already died,

The area doesn't come any more to the head.

What does in matter to us?

It is not worth any more

To leave,

It is not worth.

I don't want to die

Among the ghosts.

I don't want to disappear

Among the ghosts of autumn.

I just want to sleep

As they do it in autumn.

This summer is already gone out,

Gone out in your eyes

As this train which is passing...

It is the train which is passing...

It is the train which is passing...

It is the train which is passing...

Us...

It is the train which is passing...

Stop that train...