Via lactea (ingles)

I take your voice in my voice
recorded with aerosol
your ghost kiss
patch in my lip inferior
and the map of your nakedness
I take the prism of your eyes
in my helmet of astronaut
and the timid aurora of your cells

And all the nights under the Milky
Route seem eternal if your not these
And all the nights from my window
spell your inmortal name

And you accustom cries my skin
when one dims of yearning
my mind is inflated,

with so many memories
that no longer I can be slept
And in the carpet of your dreams
I am the vagabond ray and desmaya and dolece
but it is not extinguished

And all the nights under the Milky
Route seem eternal if your not these
And all the nights from my window
spell your inmortal name

I take the prism of your eyes
in my helmet of astronaut
and the timid aurora of your cells

Milky route, Milky Route,
Milky Route. If your not these
Milky route, Milky Route
Milky Route. If your not these
And that I return to find you.