Blood & Tears

Perdón por estar en inglés... fué de hace años... :

The Roar of the mocking laughter in a nostalgia storm,
the trembling rays of this hurt, weak heart, the blood appearing
of my veins for give to you -goddess of the anguish-,
and even so I offer everything to you, by you would give the life.
Who you are your to clear my dream and my yearning to me?
Who you are your to arrive at a moment and to open my veil?
You are my queen of the misfortune, you are my century in a story,
are an outcome in the time, are everything, you are always.

How huge time that I cover my wounds!
How huge yearning that followed my way!
How huge soul in this poor laughter, poor weeping, smooth breeze.
Perhaps on ashes revives, on my meat you feed yourself,
I am your food? Perhaps this torment, will be because you never allow?
That everything what I have lived is for give to you at this moment!
That vitae of this body is a tube before explodes!
That I even want to you! That I even deny it!
that I wait for the hour that he bleeds
this poor man sigh
this little crow in darkness
this life of bitterness