En El Jardín De La Duermevela

Tonight I smell her scent again,
today the sky darkens for me
and there she grows perfect.
You can see her shine
in the light of the stars
in her garden,
the garden of sleeplessness.
It's the garden where the soul dreams.

She becomes an obsession,
every nerve trembles in erection
feeling her sweet breath in my throat
and her warm voice whisper deep inside me:
-Come, fuck me,
come to me, I am sleeplessness.
Come to the garden where the soul dreams.-

Don't you see it? She offers me her blessing
and her love of death.
Don't you understand that I am no longer myself
when she enters my blood and makes me die?
Find me there,
in the garden of sleeplessness.

The fat man told us
how he came out of misery,
but one day they found him
electrocuted in his golden and ivory bathtub.
Some believe in war,
others in paradise.
As for me, I only believe in her.
Find me there,
in the garden of sleeplessness,
in the garden of the perfect flower.

Don't you see it? She offers me her blessing
and her love of death.
Don't you understand that I am no longer myself
when she enters my blood and makes me die?
Find me there,
in the garden of sleeplessness.

In the garden of sleeplessness
(in the garden where the soul dreams),
in the garden of the perfect flower
(in the garden where the body sickens),
in the garden of sleeplessness.