Carne Para Linda
Linda tiene un secreto para conservar su línea.
Sus amigos se preguntan por la clase de alimento.
Linda sonríe coqueta y se guarda su secreto,
pues su fuente de energía es la carne de los muertos.
No necesita más.
Y sus padres preocupados, esta chica que no come.
Y ella sigue perpetrando sus nocturnas excursiones.
Todo el mundo ya se extraña de las desapariciones
en todos los cementerios, de cercanas poblaciones.
No necesita más.
En las cenas familiares nunca prueba ni un bocado,
ocupada en enterarse del entierro más cercano.
En los banquetes de Pascua permanece indiferente,
pensativa en un difunto que poderle hincar el diente.
En los "partys" siempre baila con el muchacho más pálido,
y coqueta le pregunta por si padece de algo.
No se pierde ni un entierro y discreta se relame,
una chica educada comentan sus familiares.
No necesita más.
Meat for Linda
Linda has a secret to keep her figure.
Her friends wonder about the kind of food.
Linda smiles flirtatiously and keeps her secret,
because her source of energy is the meat of the dead.
She doesn't need anything else.
And her worried parents, this girl who doesn't eat.
And she continues her nightly excursions.
Everyone is already surprised by the disappearances
in all the cemeteries, in nearby towns.
She doesn't need anything else.
At family dinners she never takes a bite,
busy finding out about the nearest burial.
At Easter banquets she remains indifferent,
thinking about a deceased person she can sink her teeth into.
At parties she always dances with the palest boy,
and flirtatiously asks if he suffers from anything.
She never misses a funeral and discreetly licks her lips,
an educated girl, her family members comment.
She doesn't need anything else.