The Whisper Stream
We have no faith in stones
No taste for eating earth
This is for you alone
My temporary soul
The hard shadows at noon
Snow falls through the holes
A hundred promises
Ended with that madness
Music for our desire
The terror of yielding
Slowly drives you away
Sweating, drifting
Eyes on those sacred hands
Everything is seen
Everything is known
Everything ignored
El Susurro del Arroyo
No tenemos fe en las piedras
No gusto por comer tierra
Esto es solo para ti
Mi alma temporal
Las sombras duras al mediodía
La nieve cae a través de los agujeros
Cien promesas
Terminaron con esa locura
Música para nuestro deseo
El terror de ceder
Poco a poco te aleja
Sudando, a la deriva
Ojos en esas manos sagradas
Todo se ve
Todo se sabe
Todo ignorado