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Sudario de Madera

John Wesley Harding

Wooden Overcoat

There's a man in a pitch black hat
And his underwear's made of mud
He jumps like a pouncing cat
And he lands with a sickening thud
His head is surrounded by ravens
The plague has progressed to his heart
Best that you meet him clean shaven
Cos his razor is not kept sharp
And he's wearing a wooden overcoat

He's known in the underworld
He lives in the undergrowth
And he's knowingly undersold
Though he's never been under oath
His devil's are arrayed in armies
And his angels will fix the fight
He'll shape you like origami
And throw you away at night
And he's wearing a wooden overcoat

His house is a damp museum
And all of his servants worms
Mating in mausoleums
Licking the floor for germs
And his cabinet's full of wonders
There's specimens everywhere
He's negative six feet under
And has to submerge for air
And he's wearing a wooden overcoat

Don't ever act too humble
Don't eat away thy heart
He's tearing apart each dungeon
His tail's an evil dart
And he's wearing a wooden overcoat

Sudario de Madera

Hay un hombre con un sombrero negro azabache
Y sus calzoncillos están hechos de barro
Salta como un gato acechante
Y aterriza con un golpe enfermizo
Su cabeza está rodeada de cuervos
La plaga ha llegado a su corazón
Es mejor que lo conozcas bien afeitado
Porque su navaja no está afilada
Y lleva un sudario de madera

Es conocido en el inframundo
Vive en la maleza
Y ha sido subestimado a sabiendas
Aunque nunca ha prestado juramento
Sus demonios están dispuestos en ejércitos
Y sus ángeles arreglarán la pelea
Te moldeará como un origami
Y te tirará lejos en la noche
Y lleva un sudario de madera

Su casa es un museo húmedo
Y todos sus sirvientes son gusanos
Apareándose en mausoleos
Lamiendo el suelo en busca de gérmenes
Y su gabinete está lleno de maravillas
Hay especímenes por todas partes
Está a menos seis pies bajo tierra
Y tiene que sumergirse por aire
Y lleva un sudario de madera

Nunca actúes demasiado humilde
No te comas el corazón
Está destrozando cada mazmorra
Su cola es un dardo malvado
Y lleva un sudario de madera

Escrita por: John Wesley Harding