Lloran Piedras [English translation]

I stop the paper boats.

The wind looks out on its tiptoes.

I murder you with a kiss

and the crime is discovered.

I ask the fag-ends for their ID.

I turn off the eyes of the cats.

The sunset, sitting on my knees,

eats an orange.

My lost days from yesterday gallop.

My current days sleep.

The sunset, sitting on my knees,

eats an orange.

My lost days from yesterday gallop.

My current days sleep.

The hungry death gets up early

and has four or five for breakfast.

And I know I'm there, I'm there.

I'm on that list.

The grandpa falls asleep on the couch.

His grandson looks at him and laughs.

The sunset, sitting on my knees,

eats an orange.

My lost days from yesterday gallop.

My current days sleep.

The sunset, sitting on my knees,

eats an orange.

My lost days from yesterday gallop.

My current days sleep.

The sunset, sitting on my knees,

eats an orange.

My lost days from yesterday gallop.

My current days sleep.

The sunset, sitting on my knees,

discovers my vengeance.

My lost days from yesterday gallop.

My current days sleep.

The clouds cry stones.