The Painter
We see him dancing in the morning
Stars depart the yawning sky
He'll take the hour that is passing
And leave it in his lover's eye
And if you want he'll make it seem
As though you're walking in his dream
A mystic sea
We hear him laughing in the shadows
As he smuggles in the sand
He's found another kind of color
In the magic he has donned
And if you want he'll take the time
To ask the sun and moon to rhyme
And then combine
He draws no lines between what he's imagining
El Pintor
Lo vemos bailando en la mañana
Las estrellas abandonan el cielo bostezante
Tomará la hora que está pasando
Y la dejará en el ojo de su amante
Y si quieres, hará que parezca
Como si estuvieras caminando en su sueño
Un mar místico
Lo escuchamos riendo en las sombras
Mientras contrabandea la arena
Ha encontrado otro tipo de color
En la magia que ha adoptado
Y si quieres, tomará el tiempo
Para pedirle al sol y a la luna que rimen
Y luego combinar
No traza líneas entre lo que está imaginando