De todas mis heridas (en inglés)

De todas mis heridas
Opens the line his claws,
And devours the life that emanates
Of all my wounds.
You can be of honey and roses;
Decide to smother my loneliness
With the warm fragrance of your fortune.

Opens the line his claws,
And devours the life that emanates
Of all my wounds.
Drops of salt burn eyes.
I used to dream beyond
Of your cruel ways,
And unchanging, I go on.
Opens the line his claws,
And devours the life that emanates
Of all my wounds.
Open your claws
And guide my will with your thorns.