Pobre Nicolás - Christina Rosenvinge

Látigos de luz, suma precisión.

Silueta azul, tocas la visión.

Tu madre tejió el rayo en tu piel,

Dijo tú verás lo que haces con él.

No lo verás, no verás al ángel

solo oirás batir alas acercarse.

La Torre soñó, antes de estallar,

cara te costó la excentricidad.

No podrás oir, pobre Nicolás,

El futuro aún no te puede alcanzar

No lo verás, no verás al ángel

solo oirás batir alas acercarse.

(Gracias a Lalo por esta letra)

Light whips, extreme precision.

Blue silhouette, you touch the vision.

Your mother wove lightning into your skin,

He said you will see what you do with it.

You won't see, you won't see the angel

you will only hear flapping wings approaching.

The Tower dreamed, before exploding,

face it cost you your eccentricity.

You won't be able to hear, poor Nicholas,

The future can't reach you yet

You won't see, you won't see the angel

you will only hear flapping wings approaching.

(Thanks to Lalo for these lyrics)