La Mosca En Tu Pared
¿Qué harías tú si al despertar?
¿Fuera un insecto en tu pared?
Algo sutil, gran angular
Que nada cuenta y todo ve
Si al despertar, siguiera allí
¿Qué harías tú pudiendo ser?
¿La disección de un bisturí?
Si pudieras rozar
Antes de prohibir
Los laberintos del festín
Si al despertar, siguiera allí
Querrías ver lo que yo vi
Conté hasta tres para escapar
Busqué la estela hasta un altar
Vi discutir al ying y al yang
Apuñalarse por detrás
Y oí gemir y vi llorar
Como las fieras sin domar
Y justo allí dormías tú
Me susurraste que al despertar, siguiera allí
Para escucharlo todo
Sin confesarte el modo
De ser testigo en tu festín
Aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aah
The Fly on Your Wall
What would you do if upon waking up?
There was an insect on your wall?
Something subtle, wide angle
That counts for nothing and sees everything
If upon waking up, it was still there
What would you do being able to be?
The dissection of a scalpel?
If you could touch
Before prohibiting
The mazes of the feast
If upon waking up, it was still there
You would want to see what I saw
I counted to three to escape
I searched for the trail to an altar
I saw the yin and yang argue
Stabbing each other from behind
And I heard moaning and saw crying
Like untamed beasts
And right there you were sleeping
You whispered to me that upon waking up, it was still there
To hear everything
Without confessing the way
To witness your feast
Aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aah