Now this pain is tears

Now this pain is tears

 

and that's okay. Ulysses

let's dance, let's love.

Flower of the sweet wind

that trapped me, branch of my grief:

make me whole, leaf by leaf.

Lull yourself in my dreams,

I clothe you with my blood,

this is your cradle.

Let me kiss you one by one,

the many men you are, foam coral,

Nestor, yes, Edwin when Andres,

let me cry and see you.

I am nothing more than tears now

and I lull you, Ulysses, cry, cry.