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Si me puedes escuchar nino pequeno?
Desde me celda abierto, esperando juicio?
Si me puedes detener la mano por un corto tiempo?
Debajo del cielo cerrado?

Through the copsewood I roam
Through birches of bone
And the wind verily moans, “Will you find her?”
Over brake and shaw, now the wind guffaws,
“See he once blind, now blinder.”
And a lonesome crow, like a king deposed
From his throne half a mile to the sky
Seems an ill portent, still I can’t relent
I must call her name ‘til I die.
Estela. Estela.

It’s a universe all coiled and cursed.
And it just gets worse, where I’m concerned.
Still I’ll trod and I’ll trudge through the sod and the sludge
And I’ll leave no stone unturned.
For I know she’s laid in a lonely glade
In the mist, with my name on her lips
Waiting for my kiss, for to make her leap
From her sleep – I know she sleeps.
Estela. Estela. Estela.
And the pines they grow and they loom and glow
I know they conspired to hide her
But still I see my Estela, borne amongst the boughs.
Still I see my Estela. That’s all this life allows.

Copyright ©FurnaceSongs 2007 (ASCAP)
From the album Hilarious Death Blues by Antic Clay
Words and music by Michael Bradley