Imagenes Paganas [English translation]

I come tired of singing in the fog,

on the highway near the sea there are gypsies

They're performing an ignored ritual

my own gods aren't here, mirages.

A whirlwind mixes the kisses and the absence,

pagan images get naked in dreams.

In the mirror, traveling reflexes,

a sentimental blackout, the route pass.

Returns the desire and the anxiety of this body,

my mouth wants to pronounce the silence.

A whirlwind mixes the kisses and the absence,

pagan images get naked in dreams.