Your Prelude
She keeps us in her dirty drawers
Like little bits of treasures
You never know what to find
Among glossy leaves and pines
We are descended, waiting
Don't rescue us
Observe with awe and rectitude
'Till it's your turn
Your prelude
Tu Preludio
Ella nos guarda en sus cajones sucios
Como pequeños tesoros
Nunca sabes qué encontrar
Entre hojas brillantes y pinos
Descendemos, esperando
No nos rescates
Observa con asombro y rectitud
Hasta que sea tu turno
Tu preludio