It Is Not Sound

He who binds himself to a joy

does the winged life destroy

but the who kisses at as it flies

lives in Eternity´s sunrise.

El que se ata a una alegría,

destruye la vida alada;

pero el que besa la alegría al pasar,

vive en el alba de la eternidad

Why have you put so many things into my eyes(that I can't see clear)Who's paid you for telling me what I'm worth(and run in fear)It has been for me a strain to see already(what have you done)The rising noiseThe sharpened smellsThe deadened sight
What is it in my eyesA piece of broken glassIs this the time I should be on my knees for youIs this your way of tellingAnother has been foundNow I know it's teargas in my eyes