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Prod. Savoy
Rec and mix by S.E.Q.
Video by Luis Solana
Photo by William Tshimundu
TRANSLATION ( by Cabeldi and Brivid):
CHORUS: x4
She feels herself.
Sometimes she sits down, and she isolate herself.
She was glass.
Now she has an abysmal strength.
FIRST VERSE:
She usually reads,
she would always go to the library.
She found pleasure in being unsatisfied by empty words.
She doesn’t speak, nor does she hide her wrists.
She believed in the clock until she saw him, and the time stopped suddenly.
Acquaintances saw her react.
She continued absorbing pages
like stress who is restless.
But the art of his eyes and skin
attracted her like her own paintbrush,
like a prayer for an Aztec.
He walked with the simplicity of “My Name Is Earl”.
She looked at his honey lips
and she felt herself in him.
They talked in silence.
Months ago, they were locked away
in a maximum-security prison called “Insecurity”.
A place equipped with
a complex system of complexes.
It allowed to damage an upgraded ideal.
It allowed you to cry until fabricating make your own lake.
It had a gym of paranoia:
Reps until failure.
It allowed to tie down
even if you didn’t have anyone next to you.
Free and incarcerated
from cover to cover.
But that already ended.
CHORUS: x4
She feels herself.
Sometimes she sits down, and she isolate herself.
She was glass.
Now she has an abysmal strength.
SECOND VERSE:
They go outside to take a break.
Both reconstructed pieces.
Their eyes couldn’t stop screaming, so talking was the only way out.
She was glad to be able to breath,
she had chronic lung problems.
She felt love at first hearing,
he only wanted to listen.
She is poetry,
he is a novel.
Him with an Autumn look in his eyes and smiled.
Her with a Spring smile.
They knew that genders don’t exist.
The tide and the moon.
She used to dress in her own way.
Him, eyes with the color of the see.
He wore a size 42 of shadows under his eyes. (size 9 in U.S.A).
She smiled.
He didn’t trust in trusting.
They saw each other again another day.
In the back pocket:
she had a book,
he had a book of rolling papers.
There was a magical feeling.
He offered her a cigarrete,
gratefully she declined,
she’s been two months without smoking.
Then he offered her a smile,
he’s been two months without crying.
Captivating in captivity. (Her)
Free bird. (Him)
The common weeping well it’s past.
Now they are in front of each other,
leaving everything behind.
He told her:
“With the brightness in your eyes
I could see you with my eyes closed.”
And in that moment,
they kissed.
CHORUS: x4
She feels herself.
Sometimes she sits down, and she isolate herself.
She was glass.
Now she has an abysmal strength.
Paz
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