Listening To Singing
A woman's voice, like the wind, it rushes
Nocturnal, moist and black
And as it flies, whatever it brushes
It changes and it won't change back
It's a diamond-shine, comes to bathe and bless
Things are draped in a silvery light
It rustles its suggestive dress
Woven of fantasy, silken and bright
And the power that propels the enchanted voice
Displays such a hidden might
It's as if the grave were not ahead
It's as if the grave were not ahead
But mysterious stairs beginning their flight
And the power that propels the enchanted voice
Displays such a hidden might
It's as if the grave were not ahead
It's as if the grave were not ahead
It's as if the grave were not ahead
But mysterious stairs beginning their flight
Escuchando Cantar
Una voz de mujer, como el viento, se apresura
Nocturna, húmeda y negra
Y al volar, todo lo que roza
Cambia y no volverá a ser igual
Es un brillo de diamante, viene a bañar y bendecir
Las cosas están envueltas en una luz plateada
Susurra su vestido sugerente
Tejido de fantasía, sedoso y brillante
Y el poder que impulsa la voz encantada
Muestra tal fuerza oculta
Es como si la tumba no estuviera adelante
Es como si la tumba no estuviera adelante
Pero misteriosas escaleras comenzando su vuelo
Y el poder que impulsa la voz encantada
Muestra tal fuerza oculta
Es como si la tumba no estuviera adelante
Es como si la tumba no estuviera adelante
Es como si la tumba no estuviera adelante
Pero misteriosas escaleras comenzando su vuelo