with my sorrows - Black Tape For A Blue Girl

On the tide withdrawn she disappeared,

back to the deepest sea

The shells whisper secretly, she’s the one

I’ve waited for a thousand years

I feel it in the salted air,

in the moon’s moist breath

A need to recreate the worlds we once shared

Medieval mosques had warmed her then, charcoal blackened her eyes

Young, intense, untouchable.

Weaving her spiral of desire

She had dreams beneath a golden sun,

festivals passionate

Traded cruelly between hands of men,

a possession.

Masked, bound and sold

I listened to dreams of another life,

painted in luscious breath

Pescaré a mi amor, con mis dolores

Pescaré a mi amor, con mis dolores

Beneath the sea is a tower,

in the tower there’s a window where she waits

It’s a shame she sleeps alone, reach out to me I will come to you

In that case let me be a fisherman,

I’ll fish for my love with my sorrows

«En la mar hay una torre, y en la torre una ventana,

y en la ventana hay una niña,

que a los marineros ama,

y en la ventana hay una niña que a los marineros ama»

«Sí la mar se hace leche, yo me hago pescador,

pescaré a mis dolores, con palabricas de amor»