And fade out again...

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love

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So,
Cracked eggs, dead birds



and I can feel death.

A veces es imposible no desvanecerse.
A veces lo mejor es diluirse en el dolor y dejar que te consuma
poco a poco,
víscera a víscera.
A veces la melancolía te deshace el ánimo,
y no hay otra,
sólo caer,
caer,
profundo,
abismo,
de angustia,
y vacío.

A veces veo tu mano ahí arriba,
tratando de alcanzarme,
pero sólo es un espejismo.

Un maldito espejismo.

* Street Spirit (Fade Out) - Radiohead