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Caen los ángeles

Winterpills

Angels Fall

at the loser's ball
you were pretty and tall
writing in the wall in your childish scrawl
pretty and tall, you were born to fall
they were on their knees, they were wailing:

burn your wings on the sun
trying to lose everyone
burn your wings on the sun
and you're falling, falling

cold nights spent
dreaming other men's words
sleeping in the wings
of your sedative birds
hoarding all your charms
in your phantom arms
hiding from the hail and the thunder

burn your wings on the sun
trying to love everyone
burn your wings on the sun
and you're falling, falling

at the loser's ball
you were pretty and tall
writing in the wall in your childish scrawl
pretty and tall, you were born to fall
they were on their knees, they were wailing:

burn your wings on the sun
trying to love everyone
burn your wings on the sun
and you're falling
burn your wings on the sun
trying to lose everyone
burn your wings on the sun
and you're falling

Caen los ángeles

En el baile de los perdedores
eras bonita y alta
eescribiendo en la pared en tu garabato infantil
bonita y alta, naciste para caer
ellos estaban de rodillas, estaban llorando:

quema tus alas en el sol
tratando de perder a todos
quema tus alas en el sol
y estás cayendo, cayendo

noches frías pasadas
soñando las palabras de otros hombres
durmiendo en las alas
de tus pájaros sedativos
acumulando todos tus encantos
en tus brazos fantasmales
escondiéndote del granizo y el trueno

quema tus alas en el sol
tratando de amar a todos
quema tus alas en el sol
y estás cayendo, cayendo

en el baile de los perdedores
eras bonita y alta
escribiendo en la pared en tu garabato infantil
bonita y alta, naciste para caer
ellos estaban de rodillas, estaban llorando:

quema tus alas en el sol
tratando de amar a todos
quema tus alas en el sol
y estás cayendo
quema tus alas en el sol
tratando de perder a todos
quema tus alas en el sol
y estás cayendo

Escrita por: Philip Price