La búsqueda del rol
Lori Meyers
The Quest for the Role
Come get me, you don't see me by the wall,
behind me there's a clock that has already stopped,
check for a while, my bare feet peeking out.
Stand sideways or upside down and look for a shadow,
bad for you when reading a pink sign,
better come back tomorrow or later to find me.
She's lost searching for her role
and prays that it's very close,
her heart will be sewn
with silver and gold in fine threads,
with silver and gold in fine threads.
Sit here, I might fall short,
achieving your level is crazy,
to try it, an extraordinary order prevails.
Get out of here, stop, think for a bit,
without dictionaries, nor words, prove it with actions.
It's sad to look at her, she's searching for her role, a smile in her eyes.
She's lost searching for her role
and prays that it's very close,
her heart will be sewn
with silver and gold in fine threads,
with silver and gold in fine threads.
