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.