Mitsuhirato knows…

No matter how hard you try
To hide the truth from his eyes.
No matter how fast you run
In his trap there’s no way out.

He’ll catch you like a fly,
He’ll freeze your bones and your mind.

No matter how deep you hide
He’ll always take you out,
Don’t be surprised
When you feel the needle in your skin.

Mitsuhirato…

Cho:
Mitsuhirato knows the cure for sanity,
Mitsuhirato knows there’s no such reality.

Let your self go,
Be sure you’re in the right hands,
Don’t be afraid,
He’ll set you free if you pay the price.

Always running
Into the rushing schemes
To catch the hurry of all the static things.
Always late,
Every day’s just the same.
Blow the horn so you can feed your hate.

Well… come back to earth
Don’t you know life will end someday anyway
No matter how much you rush into your grave.

cho:
Touches me like the air
and still I stand…  always
holds me like the earth below
wonders me like the sky above

To search everyday for the extinct
And find once a year in my fingerprints.
Try not to lie and to look in the eye
Yet words aren’t safe and they usually break.

You should never take me for granted,
I’m gone in a blink.
You can touch me but you’ll never hold me,
I’m one step further always.

Your love is like the sweetest needle,
Your kiss is the substance of life.

It was planted in my head
In the beginning of time.
It was planted in my heart
Before history even start.

Are my words nothing but words?
Is my talk just small talk

David Sylvian/Japan Tin Drum
Coros: Jimena Torre

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thyne eyes!
On what wings dare he aspire,
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder & what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

Cho:
Tyger tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
dare its deadly terrors clasp?

And when the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

We are awake.

Cho:
We are coming out of the womb
Hatching the egg to see the light.
We are new born, though we are old
Life’s just begun; heart’s just beating on time.

We are not here to conquer the world,
We are just bound to conquer your heart.
We will live in your television,
Under your mattress and under your skin.

This hopelessness is our masterpiece
And blood seems to flood the path
To the only future we think there is.
We march the slaughter of the heart.

Take me down to earth,
To the roughest beauty of love and pain,
Open up my eyes; leave me naked in the sand
I won’t march the slaughter of the heart.

These are the days
Of trying better, simpler ways
To reach the hand
Of those who we don’t understand.

This is the time
To keep the anger off the mind
Even when
The wrath’s beating hard in the heart…
Don’t ever listen.

These buildings reach for the sky,
We’re climbing. (not hiding)
These streets were once paved in pain,
We’re walking, not stopping.

´Cos there’s no time for what we’ve left behind
And there’s no such thing as a fresh new start.

Days over nights,
No matter if flat or sharp,
No matter if rains
As longs as there’s blood in our veins.

Hats back on heads,
His lips on hers,
Try not to talk,
Think as I walk.

Lo siento, tengo debilidad por mi gata.
Un pequeño divertimento.
voz: Leeloo