El cuervo
La decadencia esta prohibida,
y te estruja fuerte del cuello, y no se suelta.
se hace insoportable su presencia,
y espesa sera mi muerte entre flores, y gusanos,
y falsos lamentos hipocritas
¡oh, cuervo!
se aloja en tu puno
y es companera de cada uno de tus segundos,
picoteando en los ojos del incredulo
y hambriento de debiles
como tu... y como yo... y como tu...
y es que siempre es igual,
siempre es igual, siempre es igual
dia a dia vas perdiendo altura...
por momentos...
por momentos...
por momentos...
The Raven
Decadence is forbidden,
and it squeezes tightly from the neck, and doesn't let go.
its presence becomes unbearable,
and thick will be my death among flowers, and worms,
and false hypocritical laments
Oh, raven!
It lodges in your fist
and is a companion of each of your seconds,
pecking at the eyes of the unbeliever
and hungry for the weak
like you... and like me... and like you...
and it's always the same,
it's always the same, it's always the same
day by day you're losing height...
at times...
at times...
at times...