I had too many laxatives last night.
This morning, in the toilet,
Through the farting and pooing and tummy pain
I remembered
That I felt a relieving pain too
When I had you inside me.
Nunca las palabras habían tenido menos sentido
I had too many laxatives last night.
This morning, in the toilet,
Through the farting and pooing and tummy pain
I remembered
That I felt a relieving pain too
When I had you inside me.
Too little choice of words for too many feelings.
Last night I dreamt of you.
You were smiling.
If only you let me tell you and smiled when you found out…
I would have kissed you,
And all the same,
I would reject you if you were
The one approaching.
I only cared
About not sending souls to hell.
I would have kissed you,
And you could say,
I could have kissed you anyway:
Who would have noticed?
I would have kissed you,
Indeed I would.
I would have kissed you,
Had I dared.
Eres el refresco que abrasa mis entrañas,
eres el consuelo que anula mi valor;
me haces sentir fuerte, es verdad, pero me engañas…
Eres el placebo que aviva mi dolor.
In English:
You are the warmth that burns my entrails,
You are the relief that disables my strength.
You make me feel stronger, that’s true, but you are deceiving me:
You are the placebo that increases my pain.