Snowman
3 AM and 7 blocks away
We can see him sigh, and feel im sway
Speaking out his frozen sympathy
Penning down a sense he doesn't feel
Stroke his cheek the man is made of snow
Plain to see his eyes are merely holes
Reaching out impatient for the goal
Melt my friend a warm wind is going to blow
Hombre de Nieve
3 AM y a 7 cuadras de distancia
Podemos verlo suspirar, y sentirlo balancearse
Expresando su simpatía congelada
Escribiendo un sentido que no siente
Acaricia su mejilla, el hombre está hecho de nieve
Claro ver que sus ojos son simplemente agujeros
Extendiendo impaciente hacia la meta
Derrítete amigo, un viento cálido va a soplar