The Picture you see
is no portrait of me
its unreal to be shown
to someone I dont know
and it’s trapping me, while
it makes me act like a child

-NewOrder

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what i choose is my choice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Disarm me with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who’s left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you

All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down

Watch the clock on the wall
Feel the slowing of time
Hear a voice in the hall
Echoing in my mind

All your stupid ideals
Got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground

Here I stand the accused
With your fist in my face
Feeling tired and bruised
With the bitterest taste

All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down

All your stupid ideals
Got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground

And I feel like i’m drifting from the shore
And I feel like i’m swimming out to nothing

A man builds a city with banks and cathedrals
A man melts the sand so he can see the world outside
A man makes a car and builds the roads to run them on
A man dreams of leaving but he always stays behind

And this are the days when our work has come assunder
And these are the days when we look for something other

Midnight is where the day begins

A partir de mañana empezaré a vivir una vida más sana,
es decir, que mañana empezaré a rodar por mejores caminos;
el tabaco mejor y también por qué no, las mejores manzanas,
la mejor diversión y en la mesa mejor, el mejor de los vinos.

Hasta el día de hoy, slo fuí lo que soy, “aprendiz de Quijote”,
he podido luchar y hasta a veces ganar, sin perder el bigote.
Ahora debo pensar que no pueden dejar de sonar las campanas,
aunque tenga que hacer, más que hoy y que ayer…
A partir de mañana.

Si a partir de mañana decidiera vivir la mitad de mi muerte
o a partir de mañana decidiera morir la mitad de mi vida,
a partir de mañana debería aceptar, que no soy el más fuerte,
que no tengo valor ni pudor de ocultar mis más hondas heridas.

Si a partir de mañana decidiera vivir una vida tranquila
y dejaría de ser soñador, para ser un sujeto más serio,
todo el mundo mañana me podría decir: “se agotaron tus pilas,
te has quedado sin luz, ya no tienes valor, se acabó tu misterio”.

Cada golpe de suerte empezaré a medir a partir de mañana.
De mi viaje de ida empezaré a volver a partir de mañana.
La mitad de muerte empezaré a morir a partir de mañana.
La mitad de mi vida empezaré a vivir… a partir de mañana.

pero todavia
siento mucho frio,
aun me falta algo
que llene este vacío.

regreso a casa
me lo reclama el corazón;
siempre hubo encendido
fuego en el hogar.
no cambio el rumbo,
ando de frente y hacia el sol;
ya fue mucho tiempo de divagar.

ya dormí
en camas de rosas;
dibujé siluetas hermosas.
había muerto
y resucité,
lo perdí todo;
lo recuperé.

pero todavía
no cierro el círculo,
algo esta pendiente
y po eso es que yo
regreso a casa…

Like out of space
You’ve found some better place

And I miss you
Like the desert misses the rain
And I miss you
Like the desert misses the rain

Could you be dead?
Always were two steps ahead
Of everyone
Walked behind while you run
I look up by your house
And I can almost hear you shout down to me
Where I always used to be

And I miss you
Like the desert misses the rain
And I miss you
Like the desert misses the rain

Back on the train
Asked why did I come again
Can I confess
I’ve been hanging your old address
Years have proved
To offer nothing since you moved
Your long gone
And I can’t move on

And I miss you
Like the desert misses the rain
And I miss you
Like the desert misses the rain

 
Entre el cielo y el suelo hay algo
con tendencia a quedarse calvo
de tanto recordar

Y ese algo que soy yo mismo
es un cuadro de bifrontismo
que solo da una faz

La cara vista es un anuncio designal
la cara oculta es la resulta
de mi idea genial de echarte
me cuesta tanto olvidarte

Olvidarte me cuesta tanto
olivdar quincemil encantos
es mucha sensatez

Y no se si sere sensato
lo que sé es que me cuesta un rato
hacer cosas sin querer

Y aunque fui yo quien causó que ya no más
y no me canse de jurarme
que no habra segunda parte
me cuesta tanto olvidarte
 

I want somebody who cares
for me passionately
with every thought
and with every breath

Someone to help me see things
in a different light
all the things I detest
I will almost like

 
I want somebody to share
share the rest of my life
share my inmost thoughts
know my intimate detail

Someone to stand by my side
and give me support
and in return
she’ll get my support

She will listen to me
when i want to speak
about the world we live in
and life in general

‘tough my views may be wrong
they may even be perverted
she’ll hear me out
and won’t easily be converted
to my way of thinking
in fact she’ll often disagree
but at the end of it all
she will understand me

I dont want to be tied
to anyone strange
i’m carefuly trying to steer clear
of those strings

And when i’m asleep
i want somebody
who will put her arms around me
and kiss me tenderly

You know things like this
make me sick
but in a case like this
i’ll get away with it
and in a place like this
i’ll get away with it