You Are Not The One Who Loves Me
You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing
And i dry thee
I am this rope
Around your feet...
And it's summer
That bows its head,
Down the rivers of night
He fathers great hatred.
Oh, and the moon
Played in your eyes
Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the floor
Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
And flesh,
Limp and poor
Tú no eres quien me ama
Tú no eres quien me ama
Te saco de tu baño
Y te seco
Soy esta cuerda
Alrededor de tus pies...
Y es verano
Que inclina su cabeza,
Por los ríos de la noche
Engendra un gran odio.
Oh, y la luna
Jugaba en tus ojos
Los deseos caen por el aire
Y se desgarran en el suelo
Coronada con hojas ardientes su cabello
Y la carne,
Lacia y pobre
Escrita por: My Dying Bride