Traducción de la letra Frances The Mute de The Mars Volta

Idioma Origen:

[I: In thirteen seconds]

Instrumental

[II: Nineteen sank, while six would swim]

It?s been thirteen seconds
Since you all last said
I?ve become the apparition
You predicted for my death

You said that flirting
Brings you closer to the end
You can bait into the water
But you?ll never get the hint

And like a stain of bricks
Goes dancing by your head
Plucked from an icebox
Grafted on my skin

It?s been thirteen seconds
Since you all last said
I?ve become the apparition
You predicted for my death

You said that flirting
Brings you closer to the end
You can bait into the water
But you?ll never get the hint

And like a stain of bricks
Goes dancing by your head
Plucked from an icebox
Grafted on my skin

My coat has hid the marks
Mink hits the shovel fix
Near the sway of pendulums
Boar abrasions and a kiss

She said:
?I?ll never let them hurt you,
I?ll never let them in
What you took from me is mine
What is mine I?ll never give?

Mascara glass in the molar weeds
Her ash a serpent infancy
His eye patch pussed a gap of sand
Into his shine, a sedative

More and more the dirt collects
You?ll never find her body now
Her closet festered in a secret air
Blonde underneath a blackened hair

He never knew the colony
Gestated in his bed
?Mingle with the carnivores
You?ve something both in common now?

Until one day with his wasted breath
His swollen throat and karma debt
He set foot inside a parlor

To find her drunken by receipts
He held her by the ankles
Gutted at the nave
Yes, gutted and depraved

He tied a rope around her legs
And let her hang for seven days

[III: Five would grow and one was dead]

This never happened
But I saw you leave
And crawl into
A bed of broken windows

This never happened
But I saw you leave
And crawl into
A bed of broken windows

This never happened
But I saw you leave
And crawl into
A bed of broken windows

This never happened....
Idioma Destino:

[I: In thirteen seconds]

Instrumental

[II: Nineteen sank, while six would swim]

It?s been thirteen seconds
Since you all last said
I?ve become the apparition
You predicted for my death

You said that flirting
Brings you closer to the end
You can bait into the water
But you?ll never get the hint

And like a stain of bricks
Goes dancing by your head
Plucked from an icebox
Grafted on my skin

It?s been thirteen seconds
Since you all last said
I?ve become the apparition
You predicted for my death

You said that flirting
Brings you closer to the end
You can bait into the water
But you?ll never get the hint

And like a stain of bricks
Goes dancing by your head
Plucked from an icebox
Grafted on my skin

My coat has hid the marks
Mink hits the shovel fix
Near the sway of pendulums
Boar abrasions and a kiss

She said:
?I?ll never let them hurt you,
I?ll never let them in
What you took from me is mine
What is mine I?ll never give?

Mascara glass in the molar weeds
Her ash a serpent infancy
His eye patch pussed a gap of sand
Into his shine, a sedative

More and more the dirt collects
You?ll never find her body now
Her closet festered in a secret air
Blonde underneath a blackened hair

He never knew the colony
Gestated in his bed
?Mingle with the carnivores
You?ve something both in common now?

Until one day with his wasted breath
His swollen throat and karma debt
He set foot inside a parlor

To find her drunken by receipts
He held her by the ankles
Gutted at the nave
Yes, gutted and depraved

He tied a rope around her legs
And let her hang for seven days

[III: Five would grow and one was dead]

This never happened
But I saw you leave
And crawl into
A bed of broken windows

This never happened
But I saw you leave
And crawl into
A bed of broken windows

This never happened
But I saw you leave
And crawl into
A bed of broken windows

This never happened....